So to my younger self; you if it would get better?

We feel deeply bewildered and alone, we struggle and we hurt, and we get hurt.

We look older, and I realized this year that we will keep getting older. I never really believed we would.

Right now I don't feel beautiful or strong, I dont feel anything.

I only feel time flying past me, round and round like an old treadmill; ratty worn out fabric going round and round.