I want to tell my parents about everything I feel.
The recurring headache.
The abdominal pain that always returns.
The constant feeling of dread.
The urge to resign.
The need to see a psychiatrist.
But I’m too scared that it will worry that. That it will bother them. That it will alter their attention to their everyday work.
So I decide not to speak up and let these feelings gorw.
Until I burst again and cry for the nth time.