I was hospitalized late september in the adolescent psych ward. they put me on wellbutrin (same med my mom and dad both take). at first i was slipping them behind my tongue and saving them so i could use them to OD (all the pills were kept in a locked safe), but then i read that it had no lethal dose and i gave up. i didnt even have the energy to try and kill myself. i dont know if its helped. i mean, it has because its cleared the haze and allowed me to step back and look at my life, but i hate what i see when i look at my life. sometimes id rather be back in the distance. i first saw a shrink when i was 7 and then stopped when i was 9. i saw another one for a few months when i was 12 and now i have to see one again, after the hospitalization (im 14). i hate my psychiatrists and therapist. both of them. i hate going there. ive tried switching therapists but i dont think i'll ever like any of them. you know why? i can't tell them the truth. i cant let anything slip. my aunt was talking to me and she said that when she was going through her divorce she liked going to a therapist because her therapist "only had her best interest" in mind. Well, my therapist is going to tell my mom everything I say that is concerning. and i hate to say this, but i really dont like my mom. i would say hate but i dont hate her because thats a really strong word, but if she were my age and was just a classmate she'd be the kind of person i'd laugh at, avoid, and talk about behind her back (and im not the kind of person who does that!) When i was asking her why i had to go so often, she said it was because i was on medication. i said that she was on meds too, and she said, "Well, i didnt threaten to kill myself."

WTF? I NEVER threatened to kill myself. I kept EVERY SINGLE THOUGHT inside my head. once i let it slip on paper - a journal, that is. i said, "if i had a gun i would have had killed myself by now", meaning that, if i had access to a gun in the past, i would have killed myself. in the past. i wasnt even feeling depressed when id written it, it was a reflection. and she went searching through my room because she thought i was feeling depressed and read my diary and found that, called Kaiser, and blah blah blah blah blah. sometimes she acts all concerned and then othertimes she'll say, "im doing you a favor by taking you here. youre just unappreciative." and when my brother is angry at me and will say stuff like, "go back to the psych ward" or "just go kill yourself" she wont do anything. she always is comparing my behavior to what she thinks is "normal behavior" for me, which is what normal behavior for HER is. i'm just starting to come into myself and shes trying to take it all away. if she werent my mother i would hate her but shes my mom so i cant. and when she tells me i'm her "favorite person" i wonder how can she be so oblivious? if she gets something in her head no one can take it out. i know she has depression too but wouldnt that make her understand? everythings just falling apart.