The letter below is part of an ongoing series featuring letters from authors to their teen selves. If you're a published author who'd like to participate in this series, we'd love to have you. Just click here and let us know you're interested. Today's guest is Katharyn Blaire\, author of Unchosen.
Dear Teen Katie,
I want you to know something. You’re going to have to turn down the Evanescence if you’re going to hear me, though. Just hit pause on your slate-gray Walkman for two seconds, okay?
Things haven’t been easy, these past few years. It hasn’t been easy ever, really, if we’re going to be honest. I know you don’t tell anyone how scared you are, and how you stay up late and drive to Holy Name of Mary and sit in the pews in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep. I know you feel really out of place, here, and it’s starting to hurt. High school feels like an ocean with no horizon, no edges to even long for. I promise you, it’s not.
It’s the start. It’s the train platform. The runway. It’s the beginning of the tale you hope you’re living, and it’s even better than you think. You were right. Every night you prayed that the hell you were living would at least have a point. It does. You’ll have scars, but you’ll also have the experience you need to see things others can’t. That doesn’t make it better. I just thought you should know.
I want you to know a couple of things. Just a few words of wisdom from the you that’s done this, now.