The inpatient diary~

Prologue

Hi guys! So this is going to be my new book. This is going to be a kind of diary about my days in the clinic. First a little intro:

I'm Evita, 13 years old (turning 14 in April) and I'm from the Netherlands.
In summerholiday 2016 I got diagnosed with a depression. I'm also struggling with undiagnosed eating problems and self harm.
I've been inpatient once before, in December for two days.
I've done one suicide attempt, which was the 3rd of February 2017, 0:40 midnight. I've taken an overdose on medicines. Do I regret it? No. To be honest, I still wish I was dead. But, I'm not, and if I ask my enviroment I'll only be dead when I'm 84, not when I'm nearly 14 years old.
But allright, I'm still here alive and breathing, and I'm trying to see that life can be beautiful, but I'm not going to make this story nicer than it is.

Disclaimer:
-I do not write this story for attention. If you want to call me an attention whore or whatever, go ahead, it won't tear me apart, because I know I'm not.
-I do not want you guys to think I'm pathetic or so, because I'm not. People have it worse than me, so I'm definetely not pathetic and I don't want to be that anyways
-I do not have the tendencie to trigger people, and I neither promote self harm, eating disorders, suicide or depression. I want to do the exact opposite. I want to warn you guys what can happen when you are depressed or struggling with self harm or eating disorders, whether it is diagnosed or whether it's not
-And if you do get triggered, please stop reading. I don't want any of you to be in danger because you're triggered by my story. I want you guys to be safe, the last thing I want is people to commit suicide, because I care about all of you, no matter if I know you or if I don't

Thank you all for reading already!
Hugs, Evita x