"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

The night when we went to bed Nana told us a bedtime story and when she left the room Hayden and I started talking. He was on the top bunk and I was at the bottom. He said that only kings should sleep as high as the top bunk and I really didn't care. When we finally drifted off to sleep everything went still and everything was so peaceful. But later that I heard Hayden climb off the top bunk and he stood above my bed. I tried to open my eyes but I was too tired to do so. "Drooly pants, come on get up," he had wisperd so that Nana couldn't hear. 


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