So, as you can yell by the title, its about a year later since that incident happened. Everything had been going okay for a couple months, but then things started to take a turn for the worst.
My dad and I had started arguing. I was going through personal issues along with family issues. I just wasn't happy anymore.
I pushed my self to keep going but things just kept getting worse. A couple months ago, I had fallen for this guy, only to have him use me. I still like him, but he's kind of a "fuckboy". I felt worthless. Like I would never be good enough. Alot of tension was happening around me. I started to hate myself.
After a while it all came too much. I started cutting again. I wore sweaters everyday because I didn't want people to find out. I was so depressed.
One day, on the way to school, my dad and I got into an argument. It was pretty bad. When I got out, I just simply said thanks and slammed the door. There was a good hour before school started because my dad had to work, so I went into the bathroom. I broke in to tears and decided to text him, ending it with "you're the reason why I started cutting again." It slipped.
After school, we went to my parent teacher conferences. We were finally done after like 2 hours. When in the car, he asked, "did you really start cutting again?"
My heart started to race as I stared out the window, not knowing what to say.
"Show me your arms"
I still didn't say anything. I was frozen.
Show me your arms otherwise I'm bringing you to the hospital and you can show them"
"Dad, I'm fine. I didnt" I managed to get out, successfully hiding the fact that I was freaking out on the inside. I didn't want to go back to that hell-hole.
"Then show me your arms!" My dad had raised his voice a little. I continued to stare out of the window. "Fine, you can show the hospital." He said.
We got to the hospital and I had to go through a bunch of evaluations. I was an emotional wreck. I had somehow managed to lie my way through saying I'm fine and it was a one-time thing. They sent me home as long as I got a counselor.
Things are finally starting to look up again. Grades are good, I have plenty of friends, I started taking more medication, and I've had a few counseling sessions. Im starting to get happier. Lets just hope it stays this way. I don't know how much more I can take.
