"Being a teenager is tough...you're still trying to figure out who you are and where you fit in, it's all about self discovery Heather," My therapist says in a calm voice.  "We are here to help you honey but we can't help you if you don't help yourself," My mother says with a voice filled with pity.Everyone around Heather sees her as this unstable teenage girl who clearly needs help but they don't know for sure what's wrong with her and neither does she. In this book of self discovery, love, passion and daring friendship Heather tries to make sense of who she is and if she's really insane, everything falls in to place with "1000 ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ." In my head I am sane but in theirs I am not...

1000 Letters to myself

On my way out I get weird looks from the people sitting in the waiting room. They must have heard everything and I really don't care it's not the first time I've been publicly embarrassed. I simply walk fast to the exit and push the doors of the building open unable to bare the stares of the people in the waiting room.When I'm outside the rush of fresh air enters my lungs and hits the side of my face this makes me realize that my face has turned warm from anger.At the moment I feel like screaming my lungs out I'm just so irrated right now. Can't she see I clearly don't want and need her help she's just like the others agh they're all the same. I kick the air and start to practically run down the steps, this causes me to bump and fall into someone.The body slams into mine and we both roll on the lawn until I land on the person. My hair covers my face and I can't see who just bumped into me. I quickly brush my hair out of my face and when I do I stare into a pair of dark brown eyes almost black.Frowning I quickly pull myself up but the boy I just bumped into moves his foot and I trip again. This time I'm so irrated and angry I could punch his eyeballs out.


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