I admitted to my T on Thursday that I have SI twice. I felt so bad. While I at times feel that I am coping okay, I continue to do things that I havent done in years. Grieving a childhood, and feeling so damn bored and lonely. I literally have no one. I don't count family, 2 kids can't be friends to me, and my T isnt obviously. They are it. And i hate it. That makes me want to go do something....but I am not