August 2, 2006. 7:00PM

Aug 01, 2006 20:29


Tomorrow night, I go see my new therapist.

Her name is Mary.

God help me.

You guys, Help me. I need the strength to do this. Im fucking signing my life away. I hope not....Idk. Idk Idk. Anyone ever done this? Has anyone ever told the truth?! I mean flat out truth....

I go see her..and she asks me the basic patient questions..And I am an SI. So cutting ( Read more... )

suicide: attempted, abuse: neglect, self-injury, therapy, seeking support

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bodhi_chenrezig August 2 2006, 01:58:38 UTC
YOu need to go and you need to tell the truth the best you can. She can help you, but you've got to let her.

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arsinoea August 2 2006, 02:59:39 UTC
i think what you need to do is say to yourself, many times a day, is that "i will not let this ruin my life. i will not let this ruin me. i willl not let him get the best of me." make it your mantra ( ... )

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ladycatherina August 2 2006, 06:21:00 UTC
*Hugs* I know it sucks - I have a very good friend who's been in and out of psych wards since she has a mental illness, and she says that while those places don't fix all your problems, they can provide a safe place where you're away from family and your regular routine and you can focus on healing and getting better.

I wish you well, hope you can find the help you need.

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water_fairy717 August 2 2006, 13:56:45 UTC
Well i was SI at one point and while yes they ha to tell my mom the rest was't so bad. I was told to concider a psych ward but i didn't want to go and they said that was fine. So i just went to a lot a lot a lot of therapy. I've been on suicide watches more times then i can count. But psych wards aren't bad places they really can help you heal. I just used to have a problem with leaving me house.

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kaoticspiral August 2 2006, 15:10:20 UTC
I have told the truth. I consider myself to be a SI-er in recovery. Started at 14, I'm 21 now. I wasn't an "emo fuck" either. Therapy helped me so much. When I was 18 I graduated from h.s. and then took a year off. I thought I could deal with everything myself . . . the razor blade became my bestfriend. Finally, I called around and started therapy. It probably saved my life. A lot of the first few weeks were spent on cutting, trying to help me to find other ways to express myself, and then in the last 2 months (of 7) we started to really work on rape. It was tough ( ... )

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kaoticspiral August 2 2006, 15:13:38 UTC
oh, and I don't want to come across like I'm for drugging people - but your therapist might recommend anti depressants. I'd say try them. I said no for 3 years and went on them in Jan, off this month and it helped me get myself together to work on things.

Good luck! **safe hugs**

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