I found your letter on a desk in Clapp this morning. When I came back later it was by the reference computer, which seemed like an inappropriate place for something so personal, but I don’t know that I could move it anywhere better without making assumptions about whether you’re the sender or the receiver, or whether or not you want it back.
Regardless, letter writer, you have very powerful things to say. I only read half of the first page before I realized it clearly wasn’t written for my eyes. I’d just like to say that I’m so sorry that you have to deal with the struggles you’re facing. I don’t know what I could say or what I could do, but I hope you find the understanding and support you’re looking for.