It’s been almost a month since you left. I miss you like crazy. When I talked to you on the phone earlier, you seemed really unhappy. You told me that you don’t like the other kids in your residential, that you don’t like your therapist, and in general you are feeling sorry for yourself.
I love you, kiddo, and I want you to be happy, but you won’t be. You will not be happy until you learn to be happy even when things aren’t going exactly your way. You get to be in control of your own emotions, and no one else can make you think or feel something. I really wish that you would take charge of your own happiness and try to make things work.
Either way, I love you and miss you like crazy. I know things are hard, but I also know that you are one tough cookie. I belive in you, T. If you try, you can make it.