Holly, I know you're a tough cookie. Hell, your mom's terrifying, so I know you inherited the good genes.

All joking aside, you know what you've got to do. It's a fuck of a disease, and it never goes away, but you can beat it and just take one day at a time.

You're too talented to flush it all down the pan, and I'm sorry that your support group is a bunch of dysfunctional idiots like us, but hey, you know where we got that information from.

Sincerely, I wish you all the best luck in the world on beating this one.