Tonight, my mother decided to have a family chat with me. Now, you all know I don't have a normal family. This chat wasn't either. It started with insults to my body and then to my emotional habits concerning her.
Now, with my mother, everything always seems to come back around to her. She's kind of like Narcissus. I told her point blank that she was ruining the progress I had made since leaving the Hospital. And was that a bad idea. Out of my pain, she started talking about how I don't appreciate her and how I am ungrateful and disrespectful.
I am not ashamed to say this: I scratch. But tonight I was very close to cutting. Damn close to suicide. I know this isn't the happy post I promised with my introduction post, but I feel this does need addressing sometimes. Not only in my life, but for the lives of others.
I am scared shitless of the idea of being emancipated or moving out. Mainly because I don't want to lose my dog. She is my world, my little girl. The one person who has always been there for me. And also because being out there in the world on your own is ominous.
Now it is my turn to ask for the help of you readers. Email me or contact me through whatever you want. I need suggestions and help. I don't really know what to say. Au bientot, my friends.
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