It Haunts My DREAMS
A few years ago, I confessed to my family of being suicidal. I was brought to psychiatrists who I did not want to see, and hospitals that I did not want to go to. After this long ordeal of events, my mother thought me 'cured' and left it at that. Now, about 2 years later, as life is growing harder each day, I realize that things are worse that before. I want to tell her, but I don't want to hurt her again. And I don't want to go through the embarrassment of everyone who my mother thinks is somebody important knowing. Not even knowing how to start the conversation, I shall leave my confession at this, hoping that comments on it will bring me courage to tell more people, hopefully my mother.