Dear younger-self,

If you could see me now, I know you'd be surprised by how your life turned out. Actually it is nothing like what you expected. I am sorry that I couldn't be the person you wanted me to be, but just know I did my best. I am sorry that I am an anxious mess. I know you always wanted to fall in love young and marry the man of your dreams in your early twenties, then buy a house because you earn a lot of money, get a dog and live happily ever after.
If you see it that way- I am probably a disappointment.
But from my view, I think it's okay to struggle and it's okay to be proud of myself. I mean - at least I made it this far. I survived every single day, which I thought, I'd never make it through. I chose to face the daily struggles over and over again, because at the end of the day, the good in life still outweighs the bad.
So even though my life is not what I wanted back then, I truly hope you see me trying.

Love,
your older-self