Long story short:

We were having a nice time in college. The teacher showed us a video about an old man who was left behind by his family and every single day he waits for them to come back. My classmate was touched by it because she said she did that waiting for her father. Until one day she met him and well... she was heart broken.

So on, the class turned into an emotional waterfall, each one started telling stories of theirselves teary eyed, and I was just there, crying, remembering the shit I had gone through.

I was silent, just crying, until the teacher asked me if I wanted to share something, I hugged myself, burst into tears and said, almost mumbling ''I don't trust any of you enough to do so''.

The teacher looked at me worried, my classmates decided to not say anything about it which I found good, they were respecting my decition.

Now I'm home I have received a message from my teacher, she said:
'' I noticed it in your eyes. No matter how much you tried to hide it, those thoughts were becoming overwhelming, I know you don't want to tell anyone and I respect it, but don't let this problem become bigger than you.
You are talented and dedicated.
You're beautiful. You can do it. ''

I'm crying.