My life with mental illnesses..

Part 2.

So when that overdose failed, I continued as I was, constantly fighting between being depressed and angry. This all carried on until March 2013, just 4 months later, when I took my second overdose. I took slightly less than the first time, but still a high dose. I once again was ill. 

I didnt tell anybody that time either. By this point the anger I constantly felt had subsided, being replaced with a feeling of emptiness. I could no longer feel anything, I was stuck quite literally. Everyday I was feeling worse. My mum then kept getting called into my school for meetings, saying I'd got into fights, I'd pushed a teacher into a wall, I'd lashed out again. All my teachers started to wonder what had happened to me, why I was acting the way I was. I was on the verge of exclusion, my 'last warning' as they called it. The schools counselor then got involved. She started speaking to me because my science teacher told her about my outbursts, acting as if she was concerned when in reality she just hated me, and rightly so I must admit. So anyway, this counselor, Ms Weaver, her name was, started to ask me about my life at home, she blamed my dad leaving and how much of a dickhead he was, in simple terms. Mum had to come and speak to her so that she could refer me to see a psychologist who came into school once a week to help people whos problems were 'more severe than she was able to deal with effectively'. I saw him once, never went back again, I wasnt ready to talk, I didnt even understand any of it myself, let alone trying to explain it to a complete stranger, who I have to add, was really weird. 

A/N Well heey my loveliesss. So were finally getting somewhere with this, and it is proving to be very helpful to me. I hope yous are okay, remember if anyone wants to talk or anything feel free to comment or inbox me. Also my tumblr is: suicidal_and_lost , if you want to talk or ask for advice anonymously you can do through my tumblr.

Stay strong all of you <3

-Michelle x