An Open Letter To 2019 Me

Dear 2019 me,

It is 11:37 pm as I am writing this in a dimly lit room on November 30, 2020 with a message from the future. One filled with warnings. With premonitions. With no-nonsense tough truths you’ve avoided confronting throughout the years prior to this one. With sorrow. But most of all, with thinly veiled messages of hope, not as powerful as you had wanted but still enough to save your life when you feel like…