Dear Me, at Eighteen:

*****I think I’ve done one once before, but oh well.*****

You’re 18-years-old, and you should feel like you have your whole life ahead of you, but I know what’s really going on inside that head of yours. All I can say is you do eventually feel whole one day.

It’s easy enough to say some of the things you’ll say, but it’s another to actually feel it. I get it. I get it all too well. All those quotes online that talk about inner beauty and loving each other will seem so real, but you’ll never feel them–at least not yet. No matter how convincing you are, we both know the truth. Because it’s going to take you until now to finally understand what I’m about to say to you: Outer beauty will never be a good measurement of who you are as a person or the value of life you’re living. Dwelling on such will only make you miss out on more life than you could ever know. You’re about to start your freshman year of college, and your senior year of high school hasn’t gone as swimmingly as you would have hoped. Don’t worry, kid. Senior year isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s all drama and big life decisions and gripping the edge of your seat until graduation day; it’s stressful. But you have friends and family beside you. You have so many people who love you.

I don’t regret much, but I do wonder why you never turned to any of them when deep down you were hurting. I would say stop clinging onto your pride, but I know it won’t do any good. Instead, I’ll just make a mental note for now. The you of now is living in the moment more, reminding herself how blessed she is and allowing herself to be more vulnerable than she’s ever been. Yes, you are happy, I promise. This time I really mean it.

You have anxiety, and you’ll find that out later. It’s not that bad, but it means you can finally learn to control it. You’ll talk to a doctor about it and discover that things are going to be fine as long as you watch yourself in times of high stress. It’s all starting to make sense, though, isn’t it? All those times you were freaking out were panic attacks and it’s okay. Push through them. They’re terrifying, but you can do it. You’re clearly strong enough to do at least that much. I’m here, aren’t I?

Take a breath. Count to ten. Allow yourself to feel something.

I know what you’re thinking when you look in the mirror–you see someone who is lost and someone who is insecure and scared of her own shadow. You get over that eventually. It doesn’t happen all at once, but it happens. Some of it happens with time–you just grow up. Some of it happens because you finally decide to take action. You say it a lot: “I want to…” But then you finally start doing it a year or so later. (I know, we’re such bad procrastinators, aren’t we?) You start taking care of yourself and reevaluating what it means to be human. We live on this earth as more than just long legs and perfect tans. You stop caring that your fair skin burns. You stop caring that you don’t have straight brown hair like your best friends or that you’re heavier. You lose the weight for you–the best reason of all. You start feeling more comfortable in your own skin, and you start to see yourself as beautiful. And those curves, girl… Work ’em! Your body wasn’t meant to be thin like the models you see on television, and that’s more than okay with you now! And as you’re wrapping your head around that, you’re looking back and thinking a lot. You’re reconsidering your actions and working to be a better you for yourself and those you impact. You’ll make it a new goal to reach out to others, spread happiness and love and make an impact in this world.

You make mistakes along the way. Lots of them. Mostly with your friends. You’ve already made some that I can still remember. You have a lot of feelings and insecurities hiding beneath the surface. You’re short-tempered at times and your personality is a strong, authoritative one. For some, it could rub them the wrong way. And it does occasionally. But you will soon find that your friends are very forgiving people. When people act out that way, it’s because there’s something else bothering them. You learn that, too. Those friends I mentioned before? They love you for you–they always have–and they will be there for you when you have to ask for forgiveness for the way you acted or the things you said. Even if it’s years down the road.

Eventually you’ll stop saying “I’m not bitter” in an attempt to fool yourself. One day you’ll wake up and you’ll be better. You’ll forgive. You’ll let go. One day, I swear, you’ll be at peace.

I don’t want to scare you, but it will take counseling. You’re not as strong as you think you are. The great thing about being human, though, is that we’re not expected to be superhuman. We can be weak, as long as we are willing to take the necessary steps to get back up on our feet. The series of events that will lead you to counseling won’t be fun, but those rough times teach you some very important lessons. When you’re on the other side of that metaphorical mountain, you’ll be thankful for the amount of life you’ve lived because of it. Those moments will make you more aware and make self-investigation the most important thing you’ll ever do for yourself.

Remember those times you cried because you were lonely? That will change, too. You’ll meet someone–an amazing someone. He’ll be everything you’ve ever wanted to come save you. He’ll meet you in the middle of this war with yourself. You’ll seem fine when he comes in the picture, but then things will get heavy. Don’t worry, though–he sticks around. A lot of it will be things that will be out of your control. It will drive you mad. You’ll be made to realize how much of a control freak you actually are when you can’t control anything around you. You’ll have really bad days when those inner demons from middle school and high school will come back, but he’ll be there. He’ll convince you that you are stronger than you were, and you’re getting stronger. One day when he’s states away and you’re looking at your left hand wondering how you got here and why he isn’t physically next to you, you’ll remember all those days that he stood by you and why he’s more than worth it. And you’ll smile.

Melody is still your best friend. How many years has it been now–12? She’ll remain just as important to you now as she was then. Even more so, maybe.

All those people, all those hard times, all those struggles with inner demons will be rough. You’ll still look at yourself some days and not like what you see, and you’ll still look at how you deal with things and want to beat yourself up over it. But you have to remember you’re a work-in-progress. The fact that you care so much only means you’re a good person.

I know at 18-years-old you have the whole world and then it seems like nothing at the same time, but just remember what you do have. Remember to be thankful. (I think you remember to be thankful a few times.)

You’re a warrior.

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Writer, editor, designer, random other content creator/artist of some kind. You know, at least that's how I view myself. Really I just fumble through existence with shoelaces that won't stay tied.

13 thoughts on “Dear Me, at Eighteen:

  1. I'm really glad you liked it and that it possibly inspired you. πŸ™‚ I'm reading your post now. The “Teen Titans” made me think of the cartoon and so now I'm chuckling a little to myself at the table.

  2. Such a touchy one and from your writing, I'd suposed to know, you're a massive strong girl with so many experiences you had, very nice. Being 18 is funtastic ! We could do something more than before πŸ™‚

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