Two weeks ago (which I've been cutting since I was 11, now I'm 17) I cut my arm sorta deep. I told my mom, she told my dad, and I told my therapist awhile back before they knew. I said I wouldn't do it again and well I've been stressed out. well I really trashed my legs about a week ago and I told my mom about it (I tell her everything almost), but she waited until yesterday to ask to see what I did.
I feel horrible. I told her EVERYTHING. About me worrying that I'm going to somehow fail at everything, that my dog is getting old, that something is going to happen to her or my dad, about what people think, about me feeling like a burden, how I've tried to think positive, how I've been sleeping to ignore my problems, and how I think I should die sometimes because it could be God's plan for me.
She started crying, saying what did she do wrong.
She said that she was thinking of having me admitted tomorrow, but she is going to talk to someone first and see if they can put me on some anxiety medication or something.
I'm so scared that my chest hurts and that I'm going to get put in one of those places again. Read more »