Thread:Berlynn.the.pyrokinetic/@comment-35776050-20190621214541

Dear Moo,

Hey. So you're about to leave for camp. And you're feeling pretty nervous. Actually, alot nervous. And you don't wanna go. Not at all.

Did I get that right?

So here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna breath. In and out, slowly. Again and again until your heart stops thumping through your chest. Until you can think clearly.

Done?

Now listen up. (or read or whatever)

You. Will. Survive.

I promise.

And who knows? You might actually have a great time and make some friends! But when you do start to feel the anxiety taking over, find a place where you can go hide away. Go to the bathroom, even. And then once you feel calm enough, go searching for Arber. And if you feel comfortable doing it, talk to the councillor lady. It might help.

And if you can't sleep at night, don't panic. Just write. I don't care what you write. Just write and write and write until the sun comes up. I won't tell you to try and go to sleep, because I know that will just make everything worse and make you more agitated. Just write. Poetry, letters, stories, anything! You can even pretend you're LCing with me if you want. But don't panic.

And Moo? You've got this. I promise you, in just five short days you will be sleeping in your own bed. You can hold out that long. I know it. I swear it.

And keep chanting that in your head. Just five more days till I'll be home.

It helps. Trust me.

Now if I continue this is gonna get a whole lot cringier, so I'm gonna stop. But just remember to breath and not to panic. I believe in you. You can do this.

Have an amazing time! I'll be thinking of you the whole week! 