every day. when i was at my lowest a couple of years ago, i felt like it would be a blessing because they were all constantly worrying about what i would do next, and it would give them a finality and end their worrying. now, however, that they believe i am healthy and they no longer fear what i will do to myself, i feel horrible. they think we have moved past my illness and they don't hold their breath praying that i'll be alive the next day, so i would take them by surprise. it rips me apart thinking about my dad finding out about my death, after how much i have put him through. it kills me, but then again, on day all of my family will be gone as well and no one will be alive to grieve me