Dear T,

You're great. You never judge, tell me stuff that I really want to believe, (like that my parents are idiots and I'm not) and you always have faith. In me and in the situation and in there being options.
But I don't have that faith, and I know I won't get better. The nightmares might go away, but a very large part of me is dead and can't be revived. And I don't want to - can't - fight anymore. I'm so tired.
I'm sorry.
Thanks for everything.