dear stranger,

In the spring of 2022, just when the world was blooming back to life, I became depressed for the first time in my life. I found myself without a drive to do anything at all. I suspended my studies in something I loved with almost all my being. My depression was mostly characterised by numbness—the absence of joy and almost any feeling at all. Being someone who always struggled with feeling too much all the time ever since I could remember, I stopped feeling like myself. This is what really scared me, more than the absence of joy and occasional weeping.

 

So to feel like myself again, to feel alive again, I started writing letters to and for strangers. I don’t know why I thought it would help, but it did. I would leave letters in random places for people to find (and hopefully read). After some debate, I decided to record and share those letters with the world. 

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I hope these letters will carve out enough space for you to breathe and just be.

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Yours, 

a stranger