Dear almost adult,
Some weeks feel like you're carrying a backpack full of rocks nobody else can see. If this is one of those weeks — I see you.
Here's something true: you don't have to have it all figured out to be worth knowing. The people who matter will stay for the unfinished version of you.
This week, try one small kind thing — for yourself. A walk without your phone. An early bedtime. A song turned all the way up…
with love, your letter friend
