"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

I'm just about to pack my books away when I hear a soft knock on my bedroom door. "Come in," I say flattening the sheets of my bed. My mum opens the door and looks at me smilingly , "Just wanted to say diners done you should come down." I nod and make my hair in a quick bun before I follow her down the corridor. 


 As I walk behind her I can smell her perfume and it brings back fresh memories and wonderful times after all these years she still smells the same and I've always loved her perfume. As a child I would sneak into her bedroom when she's busy or out and then I'd pretend I'm a rich woman with nothing to do but spend money and to smell nice. I smile at this thought, "Um honey can you bring the glasses and I'll see you in the living room my neck hurts from sitting behind a desk all the time so we'll just lounge around and eat." 


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