Letters To Me

This Song is a monumental piece of my healing.  This song came out about the time that I first began going to therapy.  It is ultimately the reason I began writing letters to myself at the ages I was of my sexual traumas.  This song motivated me to put myself back to when I had my traumas.  It made me wonder what I would say to myself at that time.  If I could thank Brad Paisley personally I would jump at the chance to do that.  So in the next few weeks, I will be sharing letters to myself at 10(molestation 13(rape) 19(gang-rape) 35(when I went through my divorce)  I hope my letters help others in their healing process.
Take Care Much Love.
Letters to Me-Brad Paisley
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I’d prove it’s me by saying look under your bed
There’s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I’d say I know its tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just doesn’t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it’s rare[1st Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn’t right for you
And still, you feel like there’s a knife sticking out of your back
And you’re wondering if you’ll survive
You’ll make it through this and you’ll see
You’re still around to write this letter to me

At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don’t just tap your brakes
And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you’re wrong and daddy is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Bringman
She spends so much extra time
It’s like she sees the diamond underneath
And she’s polishing you ’til you shine

[2nd Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
Tonight’s the bonfire rally
But you’re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you’ll squeak by and get a C
And you’re still around to write this letter to me

You’ve got so much up ahead
You’ll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I’d end up saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life

I guess I’ll see you in the mirror
When you’re a grown man
P.S. “go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can”

[3rd Chorus]
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
I wish you’d study Spanish
I wish you’d take a typing class
I wish you wouldn’t worry, let it be
I’d say have a little faith and you’ll see

If I could write a letter to me
To me

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