So, my mom found out about my injuring, and she’s been checking me. I wrote before, with the title “I hate it, yet I love it” or somewhere near that.
I’m still grounded for it. This Thursday, it’ll be a month. A month too long, that is.
And now my moms starting to look for therapists for me; I’m really not sure how I feel about this.
The only way that I’ll be able to talk to my boyfriend again, with my family knowing and not having to hide it, is if I go talk to therapist and “fix myself” in my mothers words.
I honestly don’t know if I’m going to open up to her, or if I’m just going to sit there and stare out into space. I do want the help, just so that I could have my life back.
I’m not really good with opening up to people in person. But this is the absolute only way anything’ll get better. I’m still being ignored by my family, and the only person I can really talk to is my 19 year old uncle. But he’s messed up, so my parents don’t exactly like me talking to him about these things. He knows what it was like; he’s been through so much, and in so little time.
I just wish I could be as strong as he is. He got through his self injuring, and his drug addictions.
But am I going to be able to get through my SI addiction?
Maybe? ; Maybe Not?