Dear mom and dad,
I feel like I’ve been writing this for years. I’ve been finding word by word as I learn how to communicate and speak about who I am and how I feel. These conversations we’ve had in the last couple of weeks I’ve been waiting to have since I was a teenager, but I can see they weren’t meant to happen back then.
First, I want to tell you I love you both. I’m the first one to admit I wasn’t an easy kid to raise. I was often pushing you back and ignoring your efforts to connect with me and help me find some light in the darkness I was in. I want you to know I don’t blame you for my depression. As I’ve come to understand it, I know it would have hit me at some point in my life regardless of my environment. I know I was meant to go through this journey to find myself, to find t
