**Note**It was the summer before my final year in undergrad. I was 21 years old. Looking back, I have trouble putting myself in the shoes of my former self. When I see memories of that time, I am outside myself, simply an additional person in the room, a bystander. Perhaps it is still too painful to relive everything I was feeling at that time. I cannot make myself vulnerable to experience those emotions that I had at that time. I know that eventually I will have to seek out professional help about this. Again, I cannot make myself vulnerable enough to do so at this moment in time. Every August, I am reminded of the person that I was, because that was when a suicide attempt forced me to own up to my depression. I am reminded of the friendships that I lost simply because I couldn’t face the people that I’ve hurt. I am still so guilty and ashamed. I am reminded of the Coach that told my old cross-country team that I had tried to take my own life, as if it was joke…***
Dear Coach,
I had reached out to faculty members from ***** University because I am currently fundraising for a race I am doing in autumn. As I went through the entire faculty & staff directory, I skipped your name because I couldn’t bear be in contact with you again. I’ll never forget the feeling of disappointment and betrayal I felt when I was told by my old roommate/teammate that she had heard you telling the entire team about my suicide attempt and my hospitalization.
Even now, 6 years later, my insides still ache at the thought of it. The feelings of embarrassment and of shame I felt knowing that everyone knew. I had hoped to keep this intimate secret of mine to myself, but you had robbed me of that. I’m sure (at least I hope) you didn’t know the magnitude of the situation. I know you didn’t know that this was one of several suicide attempts that I had made over the past decade. That’s right, I had been dealing with depression since I was a little girl and I had been keeping it to myself this whole time.
You had no right to tell anyone. Not a single fucking person. Do you understand that? How is the proper way of dealing with someone’s mental health issues? I was petrified of returning to school. So I didn’t. For two years. For two years, I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I lived in a depressed fog because I didn’t know how to live now that I had failed to take my life. I didn’t know how to return to a place where everyone knew my deep, dark secret. It would have been nice to know I had the support of my coach.
I hope that since all of this happened you have taken some sort of course on how to deal with these things in a more respectable fashion. I often think of confronting you, but I know that I probably won’t. I have visited ***** since I graduated (yes, I returned to the same school years later and finished my undergrad (= ), but I have been too afraid to even go to the Recreation Center where I know your office is. I often hoped that you would apologize to me, but I don’t really think about it much anymore.
Despite everything, I genuinely hope that you are doing well. I hope your sons and wife are all healthy. I read about your achievements as a coach and how well your team is doing and it makes me proud to have been a part of that institution.
Take care and be well,
N.