Truth is, I’m back where I started. It’s coming up a year since my last attempt, which landed me in hospital. I thought I was getting better at this thing but it turns out I’m not. I can’t sleep and since I can’t sleep I have no energy to do anything. I’m failing school and I’m a disappointment to my parents, but honestly, right now I couldn’t care less. I need help but I don’t want it. I just block everyone out and put up walls so I can’t get hurt. I don’t want to be here anymore. They need to let me go so I can get away.
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Maybe its just a coincidence but it was about a year since my last attempt that I tried again. I too thought I made progress than I had one bad week. One depressed day and I am back in the hospital. I was told that it would take a year before there was a noticeable difference.