I didn't want to leave anybody as "the first" or "the last" to know... yesterday I wrote an e-mail to my three favourite people in the world: my mom, my dad, and my sister. They all live in the same house and hell, I'm there three days a week, but we never seem to be in the same room any more. With me fumbling to start a conversation I thought it would be better for me to write a letter, as then I could clearly get my points across and just try and explain what's going on.
Yesterday I had some really bad thoughts. I cleaned my room, subconsciously, later thinking "now that my room's tidy it won't be a mess when they come to try and find me". I started to think how I might do it. I am not a suicidal person. But from then I went severely down. Missed some lectures. Went straight home and just sat, shaking, for a while.
I attribute my depression to the fact I have been keeping this in for so long. Indeed it gets worse if I am in a situation where I could come out, or in a situation that might stop me being able to in the future (such as the prospect of getting a job).
Well, it finally struck me that if I didn't say what was going on I would do something bad in the future. I could never live with myself if that ha... bad joke. But it helps point out to me the flaw in that plan. Suicide isn't a way out of a problem, it's just another problem and then | diddly squat at the end.I wouldn't be happy, I'd just be gone.
So I wrote a five page long letter in MS Word, at 11pm last night I finished it and attached it to an e-mail. I then sat staring blankly at the screen, shaking and sweating, until 4:38am when I clicked the send button.
Didn't sleep, woke up at 7 wide awake and just remembered doing something silly. I'm now waiting to see what the repurcussions of that silly thing are.
I'm at University, studying away from home, but I got all my lecture notes downloaded and got the software I need to study at home for the rest of the week if they want me at home. I said I didn't really want to talk it over the phone as it's a big issue, and to just text me saying "come home". Now waiting.
Can't help but feel I was impersonal and formal in the letter. That's just my style unfortunately. I hope they know that. I found myself apologising so much at the end that I had to apologise for being so paranoid about apologising.
I'll keep you posted.
Regretting the decision now but I know that's silly. I don't know the outcome yet.
Peace~