Daily writing prompt
If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?
There’s a cure. And it’s widely accessible.
No, it may not have come in time for you, but no one else will have to suffer.
No, it cannot give you back lost time, or restore those you’ve lost.
But there is hope for a future that doesn’t need to endure.
Or hold its breath in remission.
Where no one will chronically minimize your pain.
“It could be worse.”
Fuck off. It could be better. And now it is.

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