“I hope that you start letting yourself feel the things that you feel. That you stop denying them, rationalizing them, locking them up in the extra trunk in the attic that nobody ever visits anymore. I hope that you don’t only visit the dangerous parts of yourself at nighttime and condition those things so that they only feel like they’re worth acknowledging in the dark. I hope that you trust when your body says that this is wrong, wrong, wrong. I hope that you listen when your heart speeds up in the heart attack way, not the butterflies way. I hope you stop repressing the bad memories and in turn, start remembering the good ones. I hope that you don’t hide from the darkness under fluorescent lights. I hope you find a way to live with the version of you that’s growing instead of wishing for the version of you that used to exist. Yeah. I really hope you stop doing that.”