Hi..
I’m Adri.
I told my parents a couple months ago about my cutting and my depression. It was horrible, and i felt great guilt. They promised to give me help.
A couple months go by and I’m in my bathroom on the floor crying stareing down at my scars that scatter down on my arms. Where is the help? Why didn’t i get any help? Do they not care? Are they avoiding this?
I feel more lost now then ever.
I feel like the only way they will actually realize i needed help is if they found me dead on the floor with a gun in my hand.
It will be too late then….
won’t it?
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I totally feel this way…
All year long they tell me, on one hand, here’s a whole lot of help, and on the other, they drag me down or they throw my pain in my face or whatever–over and over and over again. I wanted to die to make them see that I was telling the truth, that my pain was valid and real. I wanted to make them understand, to let them see me hanging lifeless in the backyard…
You know what, though? The craziest part is that the very fact that they are avoiding dealing with this, that they are ‘ignoring’ the problem, is also the very fact that proves they care about you. Because it hurts to think that you are in this kind of pain. It hurts to confront that you are very sad and very unhappy and you don’t want to live. They don’t know what to do.
But, you WILL get help. Please talk to me…I am here for you. 🙂 I relate to you very much, and I can say that things can get better if you make an effort.. take care, be safe ♥♥