I built a time machine.

Little engineering, plenty pens

Heyyyyyy

I once wrote a letter to my younger self on a prompt given by a magazine as part of their submission guidelines. I don’t remember why, but I didn’t end up submitting my piece (Actually, scratch that, I remember why; I didn’t submit it because I did not think it was good enough).
I was going through my files recently, and I stumbled on it. I’m going to drop it here because, reading it now, I quite like the writing style, and it does not look half as bad as I remember feeling it was.

Okay, enough yapping, let’s see what my past wrote.

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This is proof that I rise: A letter to your past

Dear Uk,

Do you know that every time we chose silence, every time we blended in, we lost a part of our divinity? Do you know that choosing acceptance was a trade-off on our freedom to say no to society?
I have learned that I was-that you are-empty, and all we amassed amounts to accessories; mere trinkets to fuel an essence that was not us.

Do you remember all the times we confronted addiction? How we entertained it, revelled in it, then struggled with it? Do you remember how it did not ever occur to us to say no, how we were afraid to let ego go?

Uk, I am better now; discipline shaped the future I am. I know that is something we struggle with, but I do not write this to dispirit you. If I recall correctly, you too are beginning to question your choices. I write this to spur you on; continue on the path of self-recovery, and a better you–I–will be born: The one who sees a therapist and talks to our family, the one who still falls once in a while but understands that recovery is a journey, the one who actually stuck to a budget and no longer has problems with money, the one who now laughs only to things they genuinely find funny.

I am not perfect, but my hands no longer throb whenever I see a bottle, and that is proof that my walls are advancing one brick at a time; that is proof that I rise.

It is still a long way up, and maybe a future me will write to me one day too, and for that I strive, so when their letter comes, it will be from a better me, a better us.

Fight, UK; I am a version of your future that is proof you made it, and I will continue to fight until the day comes when I too make it.

With blind faith in your potential,

Future you

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Afternote I

So, how did I do? You don’t have to go easy on me, promise.

If you’re wondering if I modelled that letter on my real life, mind your business🤗
(Or not, a little amebo never hurt anybody. I’m not telling tho😁).

I like this idea now that I’ve been reminded about it: writing letters to yourself. In this case, your past. I’ll be writing a lot more to my yesterdays and last years and last decades, basically to my past selves. I think it’ll help me be more introspective and present. I think it’s cool, you should try it sometime too, maybe even show it to me or post it on here.

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Afternote II

The entire reason for this afternote is to show you Orion😁

He’s getting bigger! And hungrier😁.

Anyway, that’s it.
Stay alive, stay healthy, take your meds, get well soon, drink some water, kiss your feline, or your mother, or yourself, or anybody kissable. Be safe.
Bye loves❤️

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