Dear Tiffany,

You are not OK. You haven't been OK for a long time now. The faster you accept it, the sooner you can move forward and get the help you need.

Standing at the threshold of your 28th year is the time where you should be taking a look around and figuring out your options.

While no one expects you to put the rest of your life together you should have some idea of where you're headed and some way of getting there.

Thus far, life has been fairly easy for you. You've managed to meet all the goals you set as a clueless teenager from Podunk, North Carolina.

While most people would see being the first in your family to graduate from college, doing it early, working in your career field and managing to break the family cycle of children out of wedlock, you have managed to convince yourself that you are a failure.

You've taken life's little setbacks and turned them into valleys so deep that light can't get through.

Thus far, you've been able to compartmentalize and shake off depression in order to complete minimal tasks. But as of late, you lack of focus, inability to concentrate and unwillingness to leave your bed on weekends and face it, some weekdays, has started to frighten your family, your friends and most of all yourself.

Depression is an evil bitch that you don't have to fight alone. All you have to do is ask for help. If not for your family and friends, do it for yourself. They don't deserve to watch you suffer and neither do you.

How many more days can you go without making eye contact with yourself in the mirror? How many more nights can you go with only two hours of sleep, if you get any at all?

I'm begging you, please, talk to somebody. This time, don't just make the appointment with the therapist, go. Hell, go early. You're fucking up and this ain't you. #fixit

Love,
Yourself