I know things are tough, I know big changes are coming up.
You’ve been moved out into the big wide world, away from the safety of the refuge.
Your with a guy that you don’t really love, and who is messing with your head, who repeats to you that the devil is watching.
It breaks my heart.
I want to tell you that bad things are going to happen again, that everything will crumble around you.
I want to warn you of the upcoming battles, I want to tell you not to push everyone away again.
I want to tell you to be careful who you trust, I want to make you promise that you will speak out and not be afraid,
because your an adult now and your not in the refuge anymore, nobody is looking out for you,
Your on your own.
The guy you fell for, the one you looked to for safety and love, will hurt you in so many ways.
He will not respect your space and boundaries, and he will threaten you and scare you into doing things you don’t want to do,
he will keep a surprise in your draw, and try to get you into trouble.
The police will be called and your house will be searched.
Don’t push people away,
It’s okay to lean on people for support.
When all that’s over and he’s moved back to his parents, you will think everything is okay and you can carry on.
But it won’t be that easy.
Things will seem impossible, and you will do anything you can to block the pain out.
You will continue to isolate yourself,
and depend more on the online world you’ve joined.
You will lock yourself in your flat, hardly seeing anybody from the outside world,
You won’t leave the safety of your box bedroom and you’ll spend everyday there, scared to leave.
You will obsess over weight loss and will do anything you can to become your definition of perfect.
I would tell you that perfect is not attainable and it will destroy you.
You will take handfuls of water pills, laxatives, diet pills and restrict your intake until your barely eating anything.
I would tell you it’s not worth it and to get out again while you can.
You will lay in your bed at night unable to sleep, you will cry with loneliness.
I will tell you not to get involved with that girl, that she will tip you over the edge, that you will try to end your life again.
You will end up in a psychiatric hospital, but you don’t belong there, but still you are and you hold onto the safety that is there.
I would warn you not to trust your nan and that your mother will find out where you are.
Then after 2 months locked away, you have no other choice but to go back to the refuge.
Months go by and your still so terrified, you feel lost in the world.
Soon it will be time to move on again and you will be at a loss for where to go.
You will be left with hardly any options, you have 2 weeks to find somewhere else and your petrified.
I would tell you it’s okay and that there not against you, I would tell you not to take those pills and that it’s ok to be scared to move on.
But you probably wouldn’t listen because your scared and fear does strange things to people.
You’ll end up in a hospital again with no recollection of your actions.
You’ll feel even more stupid and lost and it won’t change what’s upcoming.
You still need to move on, you still need to go out into the big scary world.
You will move back into the flat that broke you except this time you decide to do it right, to do it properly.
You fight against the lie that giving up is the way, you buy things you need and everything is okay for a little while.
I would tell you that things will get bad again.
Eating will be scary and life will be scary.
You will run away and try to find something that confirms your real, you will take another overdose.
You will scream at them to let you home but they put you in hospital anyway and your devastated.
You will feel that the police have betrayed you and they do because they tell your dad that your in hospital.
You haven’t spoken to him or mom in months.
You try to fight them away, I would tell you not to trust dad, I would beg you not to let him in again.
That it will all go wrong but It will feel like the right thing to do.
It will feel amazing and right and good but it’s not.
He will come to see you a few times and you will think he’s changed and it will feel euphoric.
Soon he takes you out and about, he says he will help you make your flat a home and starts decorating and finding you things you need.
You stay with him for overnight leave and you realise that he hasn’t changed, he’s still the same old drunk he always was.
The hurtful word piercing man he was before, the blows to your chest are the same as before, the bruises are still the same as before.
You go back to the hospital where you lie in your room, burying your head in books and deciding not to trust anyone ever again.
It’s not safe and it’s not worth it.
You get discharged and hide away in your flat, ignoring everyone, missing your appointments and not caring.
I would tell you to stop isolating yourself, to let people in, let people help
but I am you, and I know you wouldn’t listen.
But then someone will come along
and make everything okay again.
You will learn to trust this one person
and you’ll let them in.
Things will get better,
things won’t be perfect and they’ll still be nights you lie in bed and contemplate if life is worth living.
The voices will still dominate your mind
but you won’t be alone,
you’ll have someone in your corner, fighting with you.
I would tell you to stay.