Hey Abby,
It's been a few weeks! I missed you, and I'm glad to get to talk with you.
You feel like your brain is broken. You're afraid it's your own fault, for getting addicted to social media (but I know you were dealing with this way before you ever had a phone). You're stuck, and feeling hopeless. You just wish you could fix yourself.
We're going to figure out how to build a good life for you. I promise. I'm going to be right here next to you, and we're going to get you unstuck, whatever it takes. I don't know what to do either; I don't know how to help you. But we'll find someone who does.
You're important to me, even if you never succeed at any task or accomplish any goals. You're important to me because I like you. I like the things you think, and the questions you ask. Even if there are things you haven't learned, and the conversation reinvents the wheel a little bit, you're still qualified to talk and think. I like how you care deeply, and you get excited when you learn something new. You don't have to earn the right to take up space. You're still allowed to breathe and eat and live. I still want you here.
And I'm not going to let you just suffer until you die. You got yourself, got me, through a hostile situation in one piece. Now I'm older, and I'm going to get you through this situation.
It won't be like this forever, so hang on. I'm not giving up on you. Don't give up on yourself. <3
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