Today's prompt is:
Write a letter to your 14-year-old self. Tomorrow, write a letter to yourself in 20 years.
Dear Samantha,
You've got some rough years ahead, but it will eventually get better. I know you don't want to hear this, but the fastest way to get to the good part is to get diagnosed with bipolar disorder, OCD, fibromyalgia, and PDD(NOS) as soon as possible. (Some of these diagnoses don't exist yet, but they will.) Lithium and Depakote won't work for the bipolar; you need Lamictal. Seriously, it will make all the difference in the world.
If you put off getting the Pill, then you're going to get pregnant. She's wonderful, but the limits this will place on your future cannot be overstated. Think about this choice long and hard before you make it.
You're going to want to sleep with a lot of guys. Most of them aren't worth it. But don't let these two paragraphs turn you into a nun -- sex can be a lot of fun when it's with the right person, for the right reason. "Just for fun" can be a right reason, as long as you're in a healthy mental place and take the appropriate precautions.
I'm not going to take the time to list all the terrible events that are going to happen in the world, because you probably won't be able to stop them. People will die, sometimes a lot of them at once. But there will also be moments of wonder, when the future of the human race seems bright. Don't give up.
The technological changes you are going to see in your life will amaze you. At the first possible moment, buy stock in companies called "Microsoft" and "Apple". Communications and medicine are going to look an awful lot like "Star Trek" in some ways. You will be in daily contact, at no extra expense, with friends all over the world -- some of whom you have never met in person. Cherish them.
Do as much good and as little ill to others and to the planet as possible.
Oh, and please don't start smoking in college. It was a really bad decision.
Love,
Me
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