I graduated from SAFE a little over a month ago and have since relapsed. I loved the program but had to leave a few days early due to insurance issuses. Everything happened so fast at the end that I don’t think I had the chance to process all the changes that had taken place over the three weeks I was in Texas. I just started school, I transferred so I’m with all juniors and I’m very lonely. I’m scared that I’m spiraling backwards instead of forward. SAFE was the family I never had and now I don’t know where or who to go to next. I am happy to know that I started a new saying at safe. No cheerios have since been thrown.
Well, the next thing you can do, to stop from spiraling backwards is to talk to people, like you do on here. You can email me whenever you need or want to, and we can talk about stuff that you’re going through. as the saying goes, “there is strength in numbers” and I think that it can be true. If you talk to people who also SI, it may help you. Whenever you feel like you are going to SI, just email me, and we can talk if you want to.
My email is:
Sarah_Valo18@yahoo.com
hey I think this is Rachel? its Cassie 🙂
its good to see you ‘talking’ it out on here-thats awesome.
if you need anything feel free to email me… and I can email you back my phone number so we can chat-or text or what not..
I totally agree with you-SAFE was the family that I never had too-but DONT forget that- you can keep in touch with all of us and we can all support each other just as we did at SAFE.. yeah I know its totally NOT the same thing.. and I miss SAFE sooo much myself-so I understand.. its hard sometimes but remember we are all here for you-even outside of SAFE
*hugs*
Cassie
I know how you feel because I also feel like they’re were the family I never had. They were the only ones who can relate and also they’re the only people who didn’t judge me while I was talking about my issue and it was my safe haven. I miss S.A.F.E. so badly because I finally let down my shield to a bunch of people that I trusted enough to do all the work that was needed of me. The weird thing is that I trusted them more than anybody back home I was never alone. Coming back here is like having an old wound open and somebody is rubbing salt in it.