"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

"So how's school" Mum asks looking up at me. I nod, "Good I guess" she put a spoon of rice in her mouth and I can see she's struggling making conversation. "That's good you know if you keep up the good work you'll get in a good college... I'm proud of you honey" 


My chest tightens and it feels like the rooms closing in on me it's that feeling... The feeling of being afraid of disappointing yourself, your parents and it's the feeling of knowing that whatever you do it's not going to be enough for them and maybe even for you. "Um, The foods nice but I'm stuffed and tired I'll go sleep thanks mum," I say quickly standing up ready to leave. 


 "When you're ready we'll talk about your therapist and you having more arguments than understanding," she says in a calm voice I stop and then slowly walk up stairs with my plate of food. When I'm inside my save haven it feels like I can finially breath. 


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