Author's Notes:

To all whom it may concern,

Privacy protection is very important to us, as there are many things that friends tell each other, that would rather stay in private. As such, our project takes great pride in not reviewing or editing letters as they're passed from participant to participant.

However, due to a large influx of unusual letters, we've paused our normal process of passing letters from penpal to penpal. We have recieved almost more letters that we could handle in the case of a certain penpal, Melody Breeze. The Equestrian Connection Project does not make an effort to butt into the lives of other ponies, but given the nature of the letters and sheer quantity of them, upon review, we had notified the authorities to Melody Breeze's place of residence for a wellness call. If there is a silver lining to be noted from this experience, the actions of our wonderful participants have saved this mare's life.

At this point in time, The Equestrian Connection Project will be suspending our practices until we can perform a deeper review of the guidelines and practices that we have to protect the anonymity, location, and mental health of our participants.

All currently held letters will be forwarded to their intended recipients, upon that time, we will cease receiving or forwarding letters until our new standards are established.

Thank you to everypony who has joined our cause to unify Equestria and we apologize for any stress or damages caused.

The Equestrian Connection Project

Hi there, penpal. penpals? you? penpal.

Thank y

I really want to

I wish you would have

I don't really know what to say or write, penpal. Here I am, sitting in a hospital room, writing a letter to somepony I've never met, but saved my life. There's still police ponies outside my door, and someone from the ECP, waiting for me to finish this letter. They said they had a way to send it to everypony who sent a letter?

I don't know who you told to send me so many letters. I can't believe you told so many-

I read all the letters. Each of them hit me in different ways and in some way I couldn't believe they were for me. But I can't help but feel uncomfortable and overwhelmed by all of this. I think I need to stop responding to the letters. I'm not mad at you, penpal. None of this is your fault. I guess I'm more mad at myself. I think it's because I don't like myself. It's all my fault.

I'm a big mess of emotions right now. I'm so happy. I'm so sad. I'm so angry at you. I'm so scared. I feel like I'm going crazy.

But I'm alive. great. That's what is important, right?

They're having me a shrink psychologist therapist to talk through the problems I've been facing. They don't want to release me until they think I'm not a harm to myself.

They've told me that one day I'm going to thank you for saving me. Right now I don't know how to really feel. But I know if you didn't persist in trying to reply to me, I wouldn't be here right now.

I'm sure that hundreds of ponies could have read my letter, and done nothing. But you didn't. You didn't give up.

You didn't give up on me.

Thank you,

Melody Breeze