A lot is going on
I was feeling depressed, suicidal, and cutting a lot. People knew, but no one knew how far it had gone. I finally couldn't take it anymore. So I finally told the school therapist. Then I saw my doctor. He put on a new med and when he looked at my wrists (they're all cut up), he told me he thinks it'd be best to put me in a hospital again. So he's giving me two weeks. If I'm not any better by the 14th, then I'm going to be hospitalized. That's not a good thing.