Yesterday I sent a letter to a teacher I haven't seen or spoken to for four years. It's something that I've felt I've needed to do ever since I last saw him. I just never thanked him enough for saving my life, and making such a difference to it, or apologised properly for all the stress and trouble I put him through trying to make sure I was okay.
It probably was a completely daft thing to do. I ended up coming out to him in it as well, it was just something that I thought was important to explain because it explains a lot of why I was as depressed and lonely as I was as a child. I've never wanted him thinking that there was more that he could have done and that he failed me in anyway. And partly because he was a father-figure to me, and it's important to me that he knows, regardless of if he ever responds or remembers me. I couldn't pretend to be someone that I'm not either, it was hard enough writing my birthname to let him know who I am.
I'm not sure if I regret it or not, I'm not sure if I should have done it, I'm not sure if I'll feel worse if I get a reply or if I don't. All I know is that it's in the hands of Royal Mail now. Hopefully it'll stop me having dreams where I finally get to see him again and get to apologise and explain how grateful I really am.