Dear Sherlock,
I think they're going to let me work back at the surgery where I used to work with Sarah. Not the hospital just yet, but the doctors told me that I should try and get back into a normal life as soon as I can, so they advised I get back into a job. Nothing too stressful and nothing where I could hurt anyone accidentally. So yeah, I might be going back there soon.
But it was the normal life that caused me to get so low in the first place. Well, it was more about how I was pretending that everything was normal and fine and that even though you'd gone my life was no different. I don't think I'll be pretending this time, because I refuse to get depressed again. Besides, everyone knows how your death affected me so there's no point in trying to hide it.
I'm looking forward to work anyway. I do love helping people and I love being a doctor.
Updates on home life, then. News about people. Firstly, Mrs Hudson's great and doing well. Her hip's been bothering her less and less recently so her general happiness has increased and with it the happiness of everyone around her. We're all a little brighter for this improvement. Nina treated me to dinner yesterday, seeing as she's now probably richer than I am and I still have nearly all of your mother's money in my bank account. Greg misses you, and I know that because he and I are stuck on a case right now, and it's frustrating him particularly. We both know that you could have solved it for us, but for now people are dying and we can do nothing to stop it. Molly's very happy with the baker's son, Henry, and so far it's all going well for her. I'm glad that she's finally come back to us; it was weird not to have her around sometimes. I still haven't heard from Mycroft. I'm giving up now because he's obviously going to ignore all of my attempts at contact.
Still wishing you were here,
Your John.