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.