I am no longer allowed to keep any medication in my room or where I can easily find it. My boyfriend hides it so I don’t overdose again. I feel like a junkie.
I have to live with knowledge that my friends and loved ones are now on edge and consistently worried about whether or not I’ll wake up every day. This attention is NOT the attention I would like.
I get questioned about scars because they fear I’m still injuring myself.
I have permanently damaged my internal organs. This may be the worst yet.
I now know how it feels to wish you could go back and undo something that nearly ended your existence. It’s not something I take lightly.