"No" I say almost yelling at my doctor.
"So, that means yes?" she says looking at me with the mom look.
"What?" I say confused.
"You are self harming?"
"Ugh. Yes." I say mad. I can feel my face getting red and my heart racing with every question she asks.
"Okay. Do you have any mental illnesses?"
"Yes."
"What are they?"
"I'm bipolar, I have depression, and P.T.S.D."
"Which one effects you the most?"
"I really don't know."
"Which one gets you down the most?"
"I really think its all of them." I say feeling the tears forming in my eyes.
"I have to ask. When was the last time you self harmed?"
"Awhile." I say not proud I do it.
"Guess about how long ago."
"A month or two."
"Why do you do it?"
"I have control of the pain i feel." i say. And the doctor looks at me cause she knows that made me on the verge of tears.
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