Dear Mister-
No.
Too targeting.

Dear regrets,
I am here to humbly inform you that you have both planted a seed and sprouted roots. There are many many things that I wish I could undo. You gave me terrors. You made me not understand. You confused me. You made me the way I am. For that, I am grateful. You taught me a lesson. You molded me. You helped shape my missions and write my destiny.
Regards,
Me.

Dear Mrs-
No.
Of course not.
Too direct.

Dear Feeling of Insecurity,
How was it? Persisting all those years. Did you even take a break? You chipped away for days until days became weeks, and then weeks until weeks became months, and then months until months became years. How DID you do it? Rather impressive if I must say so myself. It doesn't matter anymore. You are gone. You gave me a false vision of what I was. It took me a while but I broke that vision and now I can see the real me. For that, I can no longer trust you. I'm not sure though, that I ever did.
Regards,
Me.

Dear Mister-
Terrible.
I can't say your name.

Dear Dysfunctionality,
You are fake. Everytime you stepped into my life you left as soon as I had time to adjust. It seems your goal was to shred mine apart. I hate that. I can never forgive you for what you inspired me to do, but I can forgive you for inspiring me to do this. You helped me in a way that you don't understand. I mean, look who I am?
Regards,
Me.

Dear everyo-
Swallow the lump in your throat and read on.

Dear Suicidal Thoughts,
You almost got me. You had me standing on the edge. I was so close that even a slight breeze would have knocked me down. How does it make you feel to know now that you have been overcome? Does it belittle you as much as you did, me? I sure hope so. Maybe you'll know what it was like to think about those letters. The only thing I can say now is thank God that there isn't a way to do it without causing pain to those you care about. I wouldn't be writing this if there was.
Regards,
The new me.