A Letter to My 15-Year-Old Self

There are so many things I wish I could do to save you from what is going to happen. But I can’t. You will have to experience it all for yourself. Every time you don’t listen to mom or dad, because “they’re old and don’t know anything,” every time you bail on your friends for a boy, every time you want to quit, I won’t be there to swoop in and save the day. In a way, this letter is too little, too late. But the reality of it is, this letter shows that you will make it.

In a few months, you’ll meet a boy. Now this is the part I want you to pay attention to: Do. Not. Date. Him. You’re going to, I already know. How? Because I was you once, remember? This boy is going to break you, and I don’t mean in a high school break up kind of way. Instead, in a way that is real, painful, and will affect you for a long, long time. There will be days where you feel unworthy and unloved. Know that there is nothing further from the truth. You will feel ugly, used, and unclean. Don’t believe these things, no matter how convincing he may be. You are enough.

Good news, you’ll get out of that, but you’ll be a hot mess for, well, ever. You’ll hate high school, lose friends, and make big mistakes. That’s okay. Because you survive it all.

College is a blast. You’ll love it. There’s new friends, leaving the harsh judgement of the high school crowd behind. You’ll break down some of your walls, learn to feel emotions again, and grow closer to Jesus. But, you’ll change your major, get discouraged, and want to give up more times than you can count. You will fail classes (a lot of them), but you’ll graduate. I promise, I have the degree to prove it.

You will meet people, join a sorority, and have the time of your life. You’ll find a major you love, get a job you enjoy going to every day, and find the good in life.

So remember, when you are going through all of the hell and at your lowest, you make it out. You win. You better yourself and learn and grow and become a good person. How you may feel now or over the next few years will not define your entire future. Keep your head up, kid, and stick with it.



4 thoughts on “A Letter to My 15-Year-Old Self

  1. I always like posts like this because it shows how far people have come! I thank God I got through my teenage years and that I grew through the process! I have no regrets for anything because my experience shaped me to become a better person. Thank you for sharing your story.

  2. This might have brought a tear or two to my eye. I wrote a letter to my younger self on my blog and it’s cathartic isn’t it? Beautifully written and incredibly deep. Loved it and thank you x

  3. If only you could help your 15-year-old self have great self esteem so that she wouldn’t be attracted to someone like that. That was me as well and it changed the trajectory of my life. If only… and yet we are who we are because of those experiences so in the end who’s to say whether it was good or bad?

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