December 25th.

12 pills is how many I took on December 23 two days before Christmas. Dozens of cuts on both wrists and “mistake” and “fat” carved into both thighs. It didn’t take long till my family noticed something was wrong. On december 25th I was rushed to the emergency and a few hours later put into a physc ward. It’s dec 28th today and I’m at home I get these “passes” to stay with my family for a couple of days till I have to go back. A mental ward is not a place you’d want to stay. It isn’t the funnest place either so don’t hurt yourself, stay strong and never give up. Because when I was in there I realized how much my family really cared for me. I realize there is more to life then holding on to the past and selfharming. Stay strong :* xoxo