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// The Letter 
// Story: A Place to Call Home 
// by starshine_dash 
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Dear Princess Celestia,

I'm not entirely sure how to word this. My friends have told me to just write what feels natural, but you're still a Princess so some measure of decorum must be expected? I honestly don't know.

I've been through a lot in the last week or so and I've come to realize something. The rabbit hole goes a lot deeper than the fox suspects. I had initially conceived this as a fanfiction to just have a little fun in Equestria, but I came to realize I was confronting a lot of issues I really have. Writing the Week of Hell has been hell and I realized I was stuck because I didn't want to deal with the real problem: Myself. I've been on these meds for so long I don't even really remember what my normal emotional state is like, I only know that if I miss them for a few days, I get very depressed and snap at people I care about. It scares the buck out of me.

I don't know what to do, other than find therapy, but given where I live I don't know how to do that. It also doesn't help that my health plan covers prescriptions, but not the therapy...

So, all in all, I've learned that sometimes, writing about yourself can reveal more about who and what you are than you really want. You just have to trust in your friends to see what is really going on and help you realize that sometimes, you need to just step back and try again.


Tara

a/n: So yeah, I'm skipping the Week of Hell. I'm going to try and find a therapist and see if I can't get off these meds. Thanks to all of you who've been reading and helping me out, and I'm sorry if those of you who would otherwise enjoy this story (there've been a few comments) are put off by my gender issues, but they're a real thing that I'm dealing with. I should have another chapter of this or something else by the end of next week once I'm back in form.