I'm their youngest daughter thousands of miles away from home in another country and I finally just sent my parents probably the most difficult thing I ever wrote telling them about my attempted suicide in February. It's sent now so no going back, but I'm waiting for a reply and I am just imagining all of their emotions as they read it. How betrayed they must feel. How powerless and how unloved. I feel so wretched about it. I don't know if I've done the right thing by telling them.
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