You lied and said you'd never hurt me. Next thing I know, I'm crying myself to sleep every night wondering why I wasn't good enough. You made me believe that everything that went wrong was all my fault. Everything wrong in the world was because of me. You taught me to hate myself and never step out of my comfort zone because no one would care or notice. You made me feel like the absolute most worthless thing that roamed the earth and that I was just taking up space and no one loved me.

Here's to you. You ripped me to shreds and thought I would stay that way and never get back up. You did this to me because, for whatever reason, it made you feel better by tearing me down. You put me at my most weak and most vulnerable point of life. Because of you, I hit my lowest of lows.

Now, I can say that I finally have the confidence to stand up to you. I am able to look back at what you have done to me and learn from the way you treated me and how you made me feel.

Here is my letter to you. Thank you for tearing me apart and showing me that being vulnerable isn't a weakness. Showing my pain and suffering isn't a sign of wanting attention. Asking for help and guidance isn't immature. Everything you did to me has helped me grow in some way. You hurting me has taught me that I am strong. I am independent. I am capable of absolutely anything.

I would like to thank you for allowing me to become secure in myself. Thank you for helping me learn my own self worth. I deserve to be treated with respect, and you showed me what I don't need, in turn helping me see what I do. Thank you for making me hate myself in order to grow and learn to love myself.

You taught me all these things unintentionally. You had no idea I would bounce back from the pain and hurt that you caused me, but here I am.

I am confident, I am happy, and I am loved. And I don't need you to know that.