I met my younger self for coffee
A literary personal essay on surviving trauma, depression, and toxic friendships—and why staying alive was worth it.
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Dear Inklings,
This is an old trend begun by Jennae Cecelia, but one I wanted to try anyway. I suppose I also wrote this for my present self.
(For those sensitive to these topics, there are allusions to sexual assault and suicidal ideation, so if you need to protect yourself, feel free to skip this one, and I'll see you next time.)
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