Therapist: let me see your arms.
Me: No
Therapist: I need to see your arms
Me: No
Therapist: how do you expect me to help you if you wont let me?
Me: No
Therapist: then I have no choice but to assume that you have been harming yourself and I am going to have to hospitalize you.
Me: Ok. There...satisfied?
Therapist: ok, you can go.
there were 6 fresh cuts on each arm. Crying as I close the door. I go home and take all the pills I could find. I new nobody cared.
Adalaine Skyye( really happened )
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General Fiction*this story is very descriptive and may be considered triggering. Be in a safe frame of mind when reading* Thought wanderings of a depressed mess...No real rhyme or reason..insights about death, suicide, self injury, self hate,bullying, abuse. Allot...
