Dear

You're okay. You're okay. You really are okay.
You are anxious. That is okay. But you don't need to be anxious.
You are okay.


I can't remember what it feels like to write for two and a half hours. Can I fill all those pages? Yes, girl, you can. You can. You have done so many times. You have a lot of knowledge. You really do. You do. You do.


You do know how to adapt information to questions. You're good at it. You have studied more than most kids in your class. Really. You understood everything they said. You did. You understood everything you read. You did strategies to learn things. You did wide reading, which wasn't even really necessary.


You got an A+ on a challenging second-year paper in your first semester at university as a first-year student while dealing with a serious disability that meant you couldn't write or type and lived with pain. You are capable. You are.


I need to believe all this.
I need to go back to the counsellor.


I think I try and be too strong and fine.


You're sitting on just under an A average for this paper. You really are going to be fine no matter what happens tomorrow.


Sonya. It's okay.