The title speaks for itself.

If I met my younger self. If I could tell her not to grow up. If she could remind me who I am.

This is about the fear, grief, and helplessness of watching someone you love slip away. It’s about the anxiety of hospital waiting rooms, the weight of uncertainty, and the heartbreak of knowing what’s coming but not being ready to admit it.

This piece is about the emotional fights people carry alone — unnoticed but deeply felt. It’s about pain without noise and strength without applause. Feedback wanted!

This is my very short and compressed take on the meaning of life. Feedback wanted!

This is about self-image and identity written in a metaphorical sense. That phase you went through, or are even currently in, when you attempted to be “perfect” and how you lost yourself.

This isn’t my favorite piece because I feel like it doesn’t quite capture the depth in which I feel. But perhaps nothing ever will. This is my letter to God. Feedback wanted!

This is the first thing I’ve ever written - wrote April 23, 2025. It’s inspired by how sad it seems to grow up. To lose the characteristics of being a child. Told through the perspective of an imaginary friend. Feedback wanted!

This is just kind of a rant of how I felt one day thrown into a format that could be considered a story. Would love to hear feedback! — Constructive and positive. I’ve only just got into writing.