Mind of Epic Proportions

Letter 77 – Mind of Epic Proportions

 

Dear Garrett,

I’ve realized that if things exist only in your mind, they can take on epic proportions. You might know what I mean about that. Your anxiety and depression, and your losses, must have felt overwhelming, especially since you were so young.

I wish I could have led you out of it, or found someone who could. I can only hope that you are happy now. That you are out there and happy. I wish I could see you, if not in this lifetime, then after. And I hope that it is a joyful reunion. I love you.

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