Monica’s Letter

Dear Monica,

I know you’re hurting, I know you’re angry, angry that the narcan worked again, that you’re still here when all you wanted was an end. You feel like a ghost in your own life, convinced your story was meant to end with a needle in your arm. You’ve given up on the idea of healing. You don’t believe you’ll ever be anything more than this pain, this shame, this hollowed out version of who you once were. You think you are too far gone, too broken, too buried under shame, too unlovable, just too much and not enough all at the same time and I don’t blame you; you’ve been through hell. But let me tell you something you can’t see right now, this isn’t the end, not even close.

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