I'm having another really bad day. I have to do a presentation on self-injury today for Psi Chi, to finish off my project and finally get that stupid Apprenticeship class over with. Funny thing is, my presentation (as a psych student) on self-injury is at 2:30pm. So here it is, 11am and I'm cutting and falling to pieces. Made one of the worst cuts I've ever made, and thinking about making more.

My T has been arraning with Voc Rehab back in her town (3.5 hours away) for me to go through them to get help paying to make the trip down to her for counseling. They really like her there, so they are working with her. But they don't seem to like me at all. Whenever she calls to set things up, they are very courteous, but if I call them they make sure and let me know that I am a huge imposition and they are only doing this as a courtesy to her.

It makes me feel like garbage. Like my very existence is a huge imposition on the entire world. That's what I'm in therapy for in the first place. I was abused and neglected as a child and I already feel like I have no right to be alive.

Thanks for listening. Hope it wasn't too big an imposition on you that I posted.



Angela