I’m freaking out. I don’t know why. I’m blaming my manic-depressive this time but I’m about to relapse. I know where my dad keeps his pain pills and I have a fresh razor and ik it’s gonna feel amazing to look death in the eye again and I’m trying not to because I’ve been doing so good…I’ve never been good at this, but, please, somebody help me.
briana
My parents are kicking me out of my house. I’m eighteen and about to start college next week. They said that I can stay here until September, to find a new place to live.
What did I do to make them so mad?
I stayed out all night without letting them know where I was. But, I promised my friend that I wouldn’t leave his side. He called me and needed me to be there so I left. I held him while he cried and told me how much he wanted to die. I rocked him to sleep, safe in my arms.
So, screw my parents. It was […]
Hi. My name is Briana.
I turned 18 yesterday. This means I’m about 1.75 years sober.
This is the first time telling my story, but I figured there’s no way I’m gonna flourish as an adult if I can’t get over this. I came here because tonight is a pretty rough night, like we all have. *sigh. When I was 15 years old I started having nightmares. Graphic, vivid nightmares. I’d wake up screaming. I started staying up as late as I possibly could to avoid them. It got to the point where 3 hours of sleep was my average a night. My boyfriend at the time […]