Me,
I got your letter kid. I hate to disappoint you, but we don't have it all figured out. Mental health is harder than ever. There's just more trauma and the shit that you're already going through now. We stronger, we are a lot fucking stronger, but shit is harder than ever. I know this doesn't motivate you to keep going and become me. Some things are alright. We have a little girl, she's the best. She has her mother's attitude and our eyes. Her mom, she's not doing great. I don't know how bad, we haven't talked in years, but it's bad. There's a new woman in our life and she's probably the best thing that's ever gonna happen. She has some shit going on and so do we and... it's just not the right time, but it will be someday. We just got an awesome job. We work at a body shop doing service work. We have engines torn apart and a front end out of a truck and professionally I think we're really close. We've cut off most family and secluded. Our exes parents have custody of our daughter but we make every Sunday the best day ever for that kid. We still talk to Tim. Hopefully I can set some things right with others. We need a lot of therapy that I can't afford and the assisted programs aren't seeming to be very helpful to us. I'm proud of you for graduating today. I remember reading the letter we wrote back then to the auditorium. We still going to be everything you set out to be, that I set out to be. We just aren't there yet. We are stronger, though. We are so much fucking stronger. You're already so great, and you just don't fucking see it. I'm gonna get us there. The next chapter is going to be painful, but we need to go through it. I do, at least. Its time to take responsibility for what isn't mine to take, and be better than they were, because I am.