Diana is falling apart at the seams. After she graduates high school, her parents kick her off their insurance and, no longer able to afford her medication for her bipolar disorder, turns to street drugs as a relief. Nobody in her life is in a rush to get her out of it. Then she overdoses. She ends up in a hospital, because she's terrified if she doesn't, she'll go to jail.
While she's there, Diana meets a number of women who have all been abandoned to the system like her, and people she would normally hate become close, if temporary, friends. With their help, recovery doesn't seem so far away, after all.
I don't know what's wrong with wattpad, tags are broken and I can't add any more than I already have, so here are some content warnings: attempted suicide, drug overdose (heroin), drug use, self harm (cutting), eating disorder mention (bulimia), implied past sexual assault, victim blaming, psychosis, hallucinations, ocd, bipolar disorder, forced medication, psychiatric hospital
I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy.
I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice.
I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence.
This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it.
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awards:
➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100
➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100
status:
➵ started - 19/08/17
➵ finished- 07/11/18
note:
➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.