A letter to 17 year old me.

A blogger wrote a post about writing letters for ten days! I decided to take part so here’s my first one… a letter to 17 year old me, it’s quite stark but hopefully over the next ten days the letters will get warmer and funner 😆 so… here goes!! Here are the rules…

Mar 22 (Sunday)– to your younger self (you can go back to any time you like)

Mar 23 (Monday)- to your older self (you to jump to any time you wish to)

Mar 24 (Tuesday)- to your present self

March 25 (Wednesday)- to Life

Mar 26 (Thursday)- to Time

Mar 27 (Friday)- to your Dream/Destination

Mar 28 (Saturday)- to someone who’s dear to you.. parents, grandparents, children

Mar 29 (Sunday)- to an old friend

Mar 30 (Monday)- to a stranger

Mar 31 (Tuesday)- to the month of March

Hi! It’s you from the future 😂… you are now 34, chubby and living in North Yorkshire! You aren’t a dancer but about to embark on a career in Mental Health Nursing.. I can hear you now.. but I’m squeamish! Yes you are but you get over it! Infact you get over so many things you are afraid of at the moment! Even spiders!!! Yes really!

So right now you are at college doing dance, I know how passionate you are about it and good for you! You recently returned back to it a few months ago as a 34 year old so the passion never dies! I do need to give you a warning though, I’m not sure if you would take it (I know what you are like for not doing what people say 😂) but I am writing to you for this particular reason. You are absolutely inseparable with a man you go to college with in-fact you might even be staying at his house at the minute. You know who I am talking about… get as far away as possible from him trust me he is the worst type of person you will ever come across. Please please just trust me and cut him out. You will be far better off away from him.

Secondly my love, you are gay. I know it’s hitting you hard at the moment and I know you try your hardest not to be but believe me you just are and there’s nothing wrong or disgusting about it… you fancy women 🤷‍♀️ just how it is. You’ll own it in years to come so please don’t waste the last of your teenage years fretting over it.

Lastly I just want to tell you… in the future you will hit some very very hard times and it will be earth shattering, but… you come through it and you will come out of the other side a fierce, passionate, brave and strong woman. But for now just enjoy yourself keep dancing, keep laughing, just keep on being you..

One last thing…. I love you ❤️❤️

Published by DelilahSpuddy

Well when I first started this blog, I was just using it as an anonymous way to vent. I suffered a horrific year in 2018 starting with witnessing abuse in my work place and ending in an awful assault on me by a so called friend. Now as I start to recover I’m hoping to reach those who unfortunately may find themselves in my situation with nobody to turn to. I managed my PTSD symptoms a good 8 months before I was told I wasn’t going mad and actually there was a name for it. In those 8 months I came up with all sorts of weird and wonderful ways to ground and help myself. Some of the writing in my blog isn’t nice and contains some triggers so please be aware. It’s just what I need to do at the moment. But if you want to... feel free to have a look ❤️ welcome to the madhouse 😂

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  1. Hey! This was a fun read. Some serious lessons too. Thanks for participating 🙂 I don’t know why your comment landed in spam :/

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      1. No. It’s not you. It’s technology acting weird. I had to unspam some more comments too. Those people aren’t new 😀

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