Note left on the kitchen table.
I've been thinking a lot about what you said last night, and I think maybe you're right about all of this. Rachel and I getting married now would be hard, but a sacrifice I'd make any day of the week. I love her. She is my heart. I can't ask her to make things harder for herself when her dreams are so big.
So I have to make myself better. I need to prove to Rachel and to everyone else that I can take care of her, and step one is taking care of myself. I've taken the clothes I need and some things I thought were important, but you can put the rest into storage, or sell it. I really don't care.
I love you mom, please know that I didn't do this to hurt you. I just didn't think I could tell you to your face without crying.