i am the walrus

Dear 23 year old me. You are now 25. You are doing fine. You have a lovely best friend and a lovely partner and lovely friends and your own little apartment in the most fun neighborhood in your city and you work with teenagers who have been trafficked and you love your job. You graduated, even though it was hard, but you did it. And. You are licensed to do therapy in NYS. YOU are presenting at CONFERENCES. You are going to Cincinnati and Miami in the next year to do amazing things with your coworkers, who think and feel in the same way that you do. You pay all of your own bills and drive a better car and its not financially great but you survive. You never did a lot do drugs and you never partied much but you let those expectations die and now you are much happier. You are yourself. You draw and paint and sing and make dinner for your friends often. You dance at concerts with no fear of being embarrassed. You clean windows on the weekend for extra cash and you like it because you like your life now finally. You have panic attacks daily but you know your own coping mechanisms and you use them always. You know that anxiety is just a little facet of you, and not your whole self. You accepted that you are not always happy and that is okay because tomorrow will come. YOU. ARE. FINE!

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