Dear Mum,

Don’t you see how selfish you are being?

Can you please stop caring about me? So I can hurt myself without feeling guilty.

I am not happy on earth. Everyday I force myself to just get up and go through the motions of life. I am not really living, only existing. I count down the hours until bedtime as soon as I wake up. Sleep is the only relief I get. And for what? What am I doing here? Why am I hanging on? You say it’ll get better but it hasn’t so far so what makes you think it will now? It’s like life is a to do task I have to put a tick on. But it’s a never ending task and one I am only doing for you. Please can you just let me finally put that tick and end the task?

If you loved me like you claim you do, you’d let me

Your daughter,

Claire