by Guest » Fri Mar 18, 2005 4:15 pm
I've tried to talk to my mom so many times. I want to tell her that I need to get help, but I just can't. I typed out what I wanted to say. But I couldn't say it. I rehearsed what to say with myself, but still it didn't work. I just don't know what to do. I thought about talking to that lady at church, but she always leaves before I have a chance. And she'd probably call my mom the moment that I talked to her. I just don't know what to do. I want to tell my mom but I'm just soooo nervous and scared.
I asked her, today, if she'd pray for me 'cuz I've been getting depressed a lot lately. She says "yeah" (as in yes, she'll pray for me) and changes the subject. Which left me feeling awkward. She's always trying to avoid the subject, and that makes it sooo much harder on me. I mean it's not like I'm exactly comfortable with talking about it. I just really do not know what to do. I feel like if I really need to talk about it, then it would be easier than this. I'm just a little worried. I think I'll feel a lot better after school is over for the year. So maybe I can just wait, and if I'm still in bad shape then I can get help then. But of course, knowing me, I still wouldn't be able to do it. And what about until then. I mean, yes I've made it this far (it's been about seven months that I've been dealing with all of these problems), but sometimes I don't think I'll be able to survive the next 3 or 4 or 5 months of school. Just thinking about it makes me want to hurt myself. I'm just afraid that if I leave "it" alone and don't get help, then it may just get worse and never better. But then again, maybe things wil get better for me without help. I just don't know. And maybe I shouldn't take a chance, but I probably will. Who knows? I just can't see myself getting help any time soon. I can't see myself asking for it. I wish I could, but I just don't think so. I have been praying about this for so long. Maybe it's just time to drop it. If I was gonna get help, I should have gotten it by now. I don't know. Maybe I just need patience. I don't know. I don't know anything right now. Why am I so dang confused??
If I had not gotten so behind in school, I don't think this would be going on. I don't know though. When I used to cut myself, I did it not only during the school year, but also in the summer time. I wish I had never done that. The bad thing is that sometimes I wish I had never promised my sister that I would tell her if I did it again. 'cuz I want to do so much now. I just look at my razor or whatever sharp item is close to me and I think about doing it. I guess I should be thankful for that promise really, but IDK. I mean, it isn't stopping me from hurting myself. I still hit myself. Slap myself. bang my head. I like cutting more though. I feel sooo guily by saying this, but it's how I feel. I don't want my parents to think I'm crazy. I don't want anyone to think I'm crazy!! I'm not crazy, I'm just having a hard time. Or as the song says "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell." That's one of my favorite songs. Just in case you don't know which one I'm talking about, it's "unwell" by matchbox 20. I just really hope this all will work out for me.
Who knows? Maybe this is a stage that I'm gonna grow out of. My hormones are just making me moody and depressed a lot. And maybe I'll grow out of this thinking I have a mental problem thing. And maybe I'll grow out of the "SI" junk. Who knows? And then again, maybe not.
~element