Dearest Wandering Soul,

I don't know your name. I wouldn't recognize your face. I have never heard your voice. I know not even if you exist. Perhaps I write in vain. But, if by some slim miracle, my letters reach someone in this world, I know that you care. The very fact you have read this far, if you have, tells me that.

Or would it be that will tell me that? I do not know.

This is all rather confusing to me. I don't know where to begin. I do hope that none of the letters in this package are lost. If someone finds this apart from the rest, they may be confused.

Before you read the rest of the letters that are to come or that are already with you, as the case may be, I would like to <strike>say</strike> write.

First: I am not a genius. I don't have answers. I am a wandering soul much like yourself, seeking my own answers.

Second: I truly don't believe this will help anyone apart from myself. Who knows? Perhaps someone will be inspired by my words, whatever they shall be. Perhaps they will say "That Misty, she gave me hope." I scoff even writing those words.

Third: My name is not Misty. I will not tell you who I am in truth.

Forth: I write this as a test. I believe this can help me process my thoughts and emotions and doubts.

Fifth and final: No, I am not suicidal. No, I don't believe I have depression (though I am unsure how to tell). Yes, I am scared to do this.

I fear so, so very many things.

I hope this touches you, my unknown friend. I hope that if you are struggling, you find a way out and if you fear, that you may overcome.

Most of all, I hope this collection of letters remains as such. I would hate for this to crumble and fall like ancient buildings of old.

No footnotes. No changes. Just pure, unfiltered writing.

I thank you for reading. I thank you for caring.

Sincerely,
Misty