Would you be here if you had one?

My parents are already handling enough of the sh*t that comes with life, from their own parents' death to a sibling gaining cervix cancer. Now, due to a friend seeing cuts on my arm during P.E. class, they have to worry about one more insignificant problem: my fragile and depressed self - not even suicidal 'cause i can't kill myself correctly.

I had English Oracy and the theme was "secrets" then we got to how self-harm and serious stuff like that should not be kept secret. My friend looked at me and told me she was going to tell a teacher - this didn't make anything better. I clawed myself all day trying to distract myself from this anxiety attack that seems to be lasting for 3 hours straight at school. I don't know what to do anymore, my parents are bound to get calls from the school council - therapists never worked on me from past experience and i don't think the school council would be any better.

posted to life by Adrian, Deviant of the Wicked (0 comments)