Dear Francesca,

Today has been a tiring day. I was awake until nearly 5 a.m. All day today I've been slightly achy and sluggish.

Even though I haven't written to you often lately, I sit here, barely thinking of words to say. Or perhaps I am just afraid to write, afraid to feel. So often I put off any kind of contact with people or really looking within myself. Am I afraid of what's there? Afraid of the ghosts of my past that still linger? Afraid to open old wounds that have never completely healed?

Yours,
Hannah Iona