Hey all,
I’m home sick today. It’s like it got really bad overnight. Ugh….I HATE congestion!!!!
I didn’t wake up till about 1:15 this afternoon. Mmm…sleep felt good. I love sleep. Haha.
I found a couple more therapy places nearby. Wonder if they’re any good. Ugh….time will tell, I guess. The thought of talking to my mom stresses me out beyond compare. It’s just going to break her heart. Maybe I should just keep pretending for a while….
<3 Kate
Playing pretend is much, much, much harder than telling the truth. Sometimes hurting others, especially your family, isn’t what you have to worry about. The great thing about parents, is that they love you and forgive you all the time, no matter what you do. I could NEVER say I hate my mom, because she loves me, and always will. I’ve had to talk to her about my SI several times, and It makes us stronger each time we do it, because I’m more honest with her. It’s the greatest thing. Talking to your mom might make you stressed, but there are things in life that we’re going to hate that we’ve just gotta do…in your case, this is one of them. If you need help knowing how to talk to her, email me.
<3, rescue
Aw, being sick sucks…get well soon! But hey, at least you got some good sleep, right?
I know what you mean about mirrors and stuff. Like, more than half the time when i s.i. it’s cuz i don’t like my reflection.
Aaaw, thanks you guys!! ^_^
I know, Rescue….(haha). I need to learn to just take a big, deep, breath, and go for it. I’m trying to find a time to sit down and talk with her with one of our closest friends there. Like I said before, he’s kind of a spiritual “elder” to me, AND HER, so, I think he’s a good choice. I’m just scared that she’ll react before she thinks. When I had attempted suicide in…I think it was ’06….she took me home from school (not to a doctor) screamed at me and threw stuff around; cussed me out. Then, grounded me for 3 weeks. The last time she heard from someone that I was SI-ing, she got a little huffy, and I told her that that’s the reason I didn’t want her to know, because she’d just get mad. She said, “I’m not mad, just frustrated.” Then said that she was going to call my doctor on Monday to talk about this, etc. None of it ever happened (the whole dr.’s appointment thingy and therapy).
So…that’s why I’m scared. I don’t know what reaction I’m going to get this time.