Prelude: Letter to my 17-year-old self from 25 years of “living”.

Writing is my way out of the darkness of my thoughts. My training for adversity.

I just stopped crying. Yesterday, I had an argument with my parents because of something stupid I did at the start of this month- November.

I got scammed.

Then, spent the whole month broke, barely eating a full meal a day and willing myself out of the horrible feelings I had w…