I sat my mother down and slowly and shakily unburdened myself of the mountainous load I had been carrying all on my own. I told her about how sad, despondent and lost I had been feeling and how afraid I was. I didn’t exactly tell her what had prompted this long, overdue confession but I said everything I could to make her aware of the gravity of the situation I had found myself in. She listened quietly, her face growing from concerned to resolved.
