Last night, I feel like I had a complete mental breakdown. It hurt just to breathe. I wanted to SI so badly, but I didn’t. I’m afraid that if that happens again, I’m not going to be strong enough to stop myself.
I’m in the same place, with almost a week clean. I’m struggling, really struggling, and none of my friends want to deal with it anymore. My boyfriend is even pretty much done with it, done with me. And it’s hard to face that. I can’t face anything lately, and I feel like this is all unreal, like somewhere and somehow someone doesn’t want to give up on me…just like everyone in the real world does.
I’m in the same place, with almost a week clean. I’m struggling, really struggling, and none of my friends want to deal with it anymore. My boyfriend is even pretty much done with it, done with me. And it’s hard to face that. I can’t face anything lately, and I feel like this is all unreal, like somewhere and somehow someone doesn’t want to give up on me…just like everyone in the real world does.