Things aren't going well for you.
We heard you've moved out of your friends house. It didn't end well. The word is, you've moved in with your boyfriend's family. You're spiraling out of control, sick all the time. Your coach said you were a mess....
I wish I could scoop you up and carry you home. Give you a shower and a bowl of ice cream.
I wish I could help you to see other options.
I wish I could heal your brokenness.
I don't know what to do. I've emailed you, but you don't respond. Your sister isn't helpful.
So, day after day, I wonder and pray. I worry about how far you'll have to fall and if you do fall, will you be able to get back up.
I want to remind you that you have healthcare and it's just a call away. I long to tell you that I do love you. I do. Through the yelling and the anger and the frustration, I love you.
There's still time, I know there is. We could come up with a plan, get you back on track, get you to your therapist & your doctor.
The future is still yours and there are so many people who would be willing to help you get there. Don't give up.
Don't ever give up.