A Letter to My 18-Year-Old Self (Part II)

Dear Mathieu, You are nobody’s little boy anymore. This is the only thought you have at this moment as you stand over your Diddy’s lifeless body.  Your aunt holds him tight, tears streaming from her brown eyes.  You know that whatever soul inhabited his body for 81+ years is no longer present.  While you wouldn’t…

A Letter to My 18-Year-Old Self (Part I)

Dear Mathieu, What an exciting time for you!  Here you are, 18, now a high school graduate, preparing to enter Huntingdon College in Montgomery, Alabama.  You will major in Theatre and minor in Communications since acting, directing and public speaking are your passions. You will make the decision to move out of your grandfather, Diddy’s,…

You deserve love.

The hardest thing about being depressed for me is that overwhelming sense of repetition.  In feelings, in thoughts, in my mind, a replay of events happens over and over.  What truly went wrong?  What makes sense?  Are my friends bored, sick and tired of hearing the same melancholy story?  Should I allow myself to be…