Dear Friend #17
Dear Friend, It’s growing inside me day by day. It’s growing fast. When I was a little girl, whenever I heard someone died of depression I thought to myself ‘Oh they must’ve been in...
Dear Friend, It’s growing inside me day by day. It’s growing fast. When I was a little girl, whenever I heard someone died of depression I thought to myself ‘Oh they must’ve been in...
Dear Friend, I’d like time to stop, so that I could catch my breath, so that I could take a break. For more Dear Friend Letters like this one, check out the Dear Friend...