15 years old was the start of my first major bipolar episodes. I guess I'd tell myself that I had bipolar disorder (manic depression) and not schizophrenia, like I thought. I'd also have to teach myself what manic depression even was. I understood depression, but not mania. I'd recommend treatment from a psychiatrist.

I'd tell myself to never ever ever stop dancing. I need not be a professional, but I should dance every day without exceptions.

I'd say idealism of youth need never die. I'd remind myself to always stay brave.

I'd warn myself to not abuse alcohol in the future.

I'd tell myself to not drop Intermediate French in college three years later, but to take it through Advanced and continue even beyond.