The title says it, my mom found my cuts and my therapist is going to send me to a mental hospital due to being suicidal. So, if anyone has any advice, stories, anything, help would be enjoyed. Also a list of what I need to take with me.
My mom canceled my therapy session for yesterday and it’s a week from now. I was going to tell my therapist about my suicidal ‘attempt’ I guess you can call it, my wrist didn’t even slice so I don’t think it counts. I have been writing in a book everyday, so I can give it to her. I think telling her myself would be to hard, after that I will get sent to a mental hospital I already know. I want to be there for a long stay, not a short little one, those don’t do shit. A long stay gives them time to help […]
That’s what I say, every single time. I was told I’m too young to depressed my mother. She doesn’t understand. I’m 13 at the time of writing this and I look at my legs and don’t see skin, I see cuts. I can’t stand looking at my thin legs, everyone calls me anorexic. I’m not, but I’m thin, too thin. I over eat and can’t gain anything. I have tried it all and nothing works. All the bullying I have gotten of it is SICKENING! I thought being thin was what everyone wants? But all I want is to be normal. It’s bullshit, I just […]
I was cutting last night, I couldn’t take it, there goes my month of being clean. I sliced my arm, legs, and then. I placed the razor on my wrist, and sliced, it didn’t cut, I tried once more, and it didn’t cut. Then I just dropped to the ground. I sobbed for a while, and when I went to school my friend checked my arms, as we do to each other everyday to make sure we don’t cut. We both cut last night, both after a month of being clean.
I haven’t told her I almost killed myself. I think I might tell my therapist […]
I vomited twice today, I sat in the bathroom for a good five minutes before my friend found me, and held me. She took me back to class after I stopped crying and went to her own. I wish I had classes with her, I really like her. I ate Chinese food, and I read the stupid little fortune your give with them. It was pretty ironic ‘Do not give up, the beginning is always the hardest.’ But I’ve already given up.
I’ve spend every fucking of my life wanting to die. I’m only 13 and I’ve dealt with a lot. So where should I start? How about when my father left my mother because she was pregnant, because he was married. My mother of coarse didn’t know, she isn’t a homewrecker. But he didn’t want me, and my mother didn’t even know about be until she was over 6 months pregnant. She didn’t show and still got her period, when she did show she went to the doctor and they told her she was pregnant. She didn’t want me either, but she kept me. The only […]