“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.” – Isaac Asimov
In order to stay calm and somewhat ‘less judgemental’ to everything in my life, I write letters to myself.
It all started about a year and a half ago. I was going through some really self-destructive things, depression and insomniac episodes. I had a little blue book I used to write some really dark things in just to get them off my chest.
Then I started seeing a counsellor who basically advised me to keep writing things down just so I didn’t have to think of them constantly, which in turn would hopefully help me get some sleep. I created someone to address my letters to, their name is ‘L’. Aptly named for many reasons – My surname, Deathnote and Infinite. And I would just tell them things that were bothering me, things that I was happy about and just life in general as if they were a separate person to me. Then I would seal them up, number them and place them in my draw.