I’ve broken down in tears multiple times in front of my mum about it but felt completely unable to tell her so I had to make something up. Over the weekend I was particularly bad and couldn’t stop crying, I ended up blurting it out. I was so scared of what she’d say as she’s the type of mum who would reprimand you for anything, but she was really supportive. The thing is though that as much as it was a relief to get it out and finally tell someone, she’s now been losing sleep worrying about it and I keep catching her looking at me with this awful, awful sadness. It’s almost made it worse to be honest. Like before I felt burdened and as if I had this horrible secret I couldn’t tell anyone, but now I feel like I’ve been yanked from reality as I know it and there’s no way back in, if that makes sense.