I really wish my T had done something to prevent this. I'm in the ER waiting to get a room in the psych ward. The psychiatrist who evaluated me didn't think it was safe to release me after coming in needing stitches for SI.
I'm scared, hungry, alone, and almost naked in these awful gowns. I'd say I want to go home, but my well intentioned roommates thought that calling my mom to tell her what's going on would be a good idea. It really wasn't. She called me and harassed me on my hospital bed.
I really wish I were dead.
I'm mad at my T... but I also wish she were here.
Last edited by growlithing; Sep 26, 2013 at 01:30 AM.
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