So. I finally got over myself and told my parents everything; my anxiety problems, my suicidal thoughts... And my mom didn't freak out. She was very calm about it. She didn't even start crying or anything. She stayed perfectly nurse-y and talked through it with me. And it turns out that my dad, and a lot of people in his family, suffer from the same anxiety problems. It was so nice to be able to talk to him about it and for him to, you know, understand. He gets it, you know? Everything I've been feeling for the past few months, all of the anxiety, all of the worrying... he gets it. And he's taking medicine for his anxiety, and he's better. Finally, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it feels really good.