My story

Circles of Care

The beds were plastic, I was allergic to the food, they woke up at two am to see a therapist, the windows were bullet proof, and the chairs hurt. The therapist told me I was overreacting and needed to learn to handle my emotions better. I went home and the next day had a cheer competition; on my pictures on Instagram, she commented even more rumors regarding the fact I was suicidal. I didn't go back to school on Monday because I was supposed to have a therapy session but my father would not sign the papers.

He's another problem for another chapter...