A letter from May 12th, 2022

Hi Nina, I don't know what to say right now. It happened so much stuff this year, I think I forgot how to write those letters. Let's rewind, shall we ? Maybe a month after the last letter, you were about to commit suicide. We call that fucking ambulance, and we demanded that ambulance, and we got ourselves out of this fucking depressing apartment. And from that point, it got better. We had a breakthrough with our therapist, we talked to dad, and we got better. You found another -at the time- cute apartment, and had a party to celebrate it. I hope you remember how disastrous it was, lol. You joined the BDE. You thought, at the time (again), that it was a good idea. Remember how that was a disaster too ? OMG. Remember all the stories with Doriane, god, what a bitch. You joined a club to have a live pen pal, and it was weird asf. You spent Christmas in Bretagne, it was awesome even though it was with people you're not comfortable with. Do I need to remember you new year's eve? It was one of the most amazing parties we went to ! You went to the beach after your exams, with your book about Jeff Buckley. You went to see Le Malade Imaginaire in theatre, it was one of the most amazing pieces you saw in a long time. And then you saw Le Mariage Forcé with mom. You watched the Oscars live. You went to a spa ! You changed your job ! You cried, a lot. And you laughed, a lot. So now to the questions ! How's the sabbatical ? How's Starbucks ? How's the diagnosis ? How was Patrick Watson ? What happened between now and your time ? I can't wait to find out ! You know our main goal is to have a diagnosis, so I hope that we have it now. I hope that by the time you read this, we will know what is it that we have. I promise, it's the last time I put pressure on you ! We love you no matter what. Remember that. Kindly, You from the past.