I’ve relapsed. Again.
Why does this keep happening? There are SO many emotions inside me. First I’m up, then I’m down. I just want to run out in the middle of the street and scream. Scream at the top of my lungs. Bare the scars on me and scream, “SEE?! HERE IT IS!! TAKE A LOOK!”
As much as I am terrified, I’m desperate for someone to finally go, “Okay, you need help, and I’m going to assist you in getting it.” I want someone to take my injuries seriously. People just think I’m going to “get over it.” They’ve thought that for six years.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “I can’t be your friend if you’re going to do this,” or “You’re just attention-seeking.”
Yeah. attention-seeking. Sure. So THAT’S why I keep doing it, huh?!
I just need an answer. Some hope.