I wish I could tell them
My parents know that I used to be a self harmer, they know that I was diagnosed depressed when I was 14, they kind of know about my eating disorder.
But they think that was in the past. They think I've gotten better. They think I'm happy.
Five years have passed since they first found out about all that stuff, but they have no idea that it's getting worse... they have no idea that I'm struggling so much and that I've been considering ending it for the past three months.
I wish I could tell them, but I don't want to spoil their belief in me and their happiness.