Today I called my college and dropped out of one of my classes. I talked with my parents about this and they fully support my decision. After my dad and I talked about this, he took me off to the side and told me, “You seem to be going down hill again… Do you want to talk about it?”
I said, “No. You just wouldn’t understand.”
Then my dad said, “Please talk to me Katie.”
I turned and look at him and said, “Justin (my boyfriend of 7years) and I are on a break. My medications haven’t been working for a while and I’m starting to slip back into the depression that got me into the hospital.”
All my dad said was, “If you need to go back to the hospital, then that’s what we’ll do. But first let’s talk to your psychiatrist and therapist.” I agreed.
I just want to die. I can’t take it anymore. There’s nothing for me to live for. Justin will be better off with someone who isn’t psycho. My parents will go on with there lives because the have my three other siblings and al the grandchildren. I just wish that I could get into an accident and die that way I don’t have to do the dirty work myself.