Dear Sixth Grade Me

I know for many, sixth grade was a hard time for them, too. I hope that not only that writing this letter in the hopes of helping you a bit, but others as well or others who experienced similar things. In hopes this can give you some closure. For you, are the only one left broken. 

Many know me by H. I’m in the 12th Grade, senior year of highschool. I was diagnosed with OCD this year, got better with Trichotillomania and anxiety. I’ve made new friends, and lifetime memories from highschool. I grew even closer to my brother, my sister, and best friend. I am no longer friends with, him. Don’t even talk with that group anymore. We were able to move on. We became happy.

I decided to write to you for other reasons as well. You would understand where I was coming from now and I wanted to give you advice or tell you what’s happened in life. Let’s start with where you will understand. You aren’t well. We both know that. You were holding on to someone that didn’t care and it affected you greatly. It still affects you to this day. Can’t hear his name, see his name, or even look at him without panicking a bit. Even looked back at some of those “happy” messages we had. You realize over time, leaving him as a friend was the best decision you could’ve ever made. Next thing is, leaving him made you grow closer to the one he hates, my best friend. Someone you never thought you would speak to again because of him. But without my best friend, you wouldn’t be where you are today. 

Some advice, don’t let his words control you. You let those words control your thoughts, dreams, fears, everything. I couldn’t leave the house as his words would repeat in my head on loop. However, it takes time, and you slowly heal. You get to be the person you want too. You write stories, poems, help others, you become confident. You don’t let him come back. And while we think it’s a good idea to let him come back. Do. Not. 

Now, for things for the future, let yourself feel emotions. Don’t be afraid to cry. You always hold back on everything when you shouldn’t. People, and pets, you care about most pass starting 8th grade. And it hurts beyond belief, especially when you don’t see the people around you smile anymore like they used to. Even with all this, you can’t let yourself struggle. You need to be strong, and by being strong is to accept it and your emotions and to let it out. You held back on everything for too long. Just because you see others not crying and think it’s strong, it’s not. It’s even stronger to cry and let your emotions out. It’s no good for you to keep it bottled up. 

I feel as if there is not much more I can tell you or say to you other than that. Please, take care of yourself now. Please take back control of your life. Please never think it’s the end again. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for making me who I am today. Thank you for being me.

Sincerely,

H