So, I'm admitting myself into the psych center tonight. The reason being: life has gotten the better of me. As some of you know, I use to self harm. It's been almost 16 months since I stopped, without the help of drugs or therapy. Now, with adult responsibilities and stress crashing down on top of me, I've reached my breaking point. I can't afford to start hurting myself, so I'm doing what I can to take care of myself. Hopefully after this is all over, I'll be happier and I'll start drawing more often again. So, expect some more art in the coming months!
So, I went to the ER to try to get help, but there were no open beds in the bsu at the hospital my mom wanted me to stay in. They also didn't think I was a real danger to myself so I was sent home. A whole lot of nothing it did for me because the urge to hurt myself is even worse now. But I'm going to be put on an antidepressant this week and hopefully start going to see a counselor soon. Thank you to those of you gave me encouraging words and support. I love you all for that.