Dear Me, I’m forty eight and I know you’re only twelve but I thought I’d write myself a letter so that you can help yourself. The truth is little man, what you fear does not come true, it’s just some shadows on the wall trying to frighten you. Shine your light directly at them and they all just disappear, there is nothing to be scared of so run straight at your fear. "You’ll be ok" is all you need to know from me wee man, and, now you know that, don’t be scared to dream, to build, to plan.