Break was coming to an end and I could definitely feel the pressure of school flooding out of the place it goes when school finally finishes. One thing there wasn’t any of though was excitement for classes. If anything there was only denial, the final grasp of summer that comes with the horrific beginning of the school year. With only enough days that you can count on one hand, things were getting stressful in my house. All of my family was in chaos; I had my own storm. What clothes, shoes, notebooks, writing utensils, classes, even friends, would be the best to make it through another year of High school? It’s the small things that are the “most important” throughout these four years. Would the teachers be easy on us or even communicable?
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I had to call. Maybe it wouldn’t have taken three years if I’d just asked for help.
What if she gets sent to a Hospital? I never went to a hospital to fix my problems and they were much worse than a single time cutting.
I remembered the first time I self harmed. Only once I told myself so long ago. Just to relieve the numb.
It never just stops at one. Like a terrible bag of potato chips, tearing you down to feel as though you are a useless nothing. Until you want to be absolutely nothing. I had to make the call, but in secret. I definitely didn’t want my parents to find out first. I knew they’d freak. Thats one of the reasons I never opened up to them about my own issues. Calling to tell someone that your sister is hurting herself and the possibility of her being sent away is an extremely hard act. I was in such a hard place. I had no idea if it was even right for me to do this. Will I be ridiculed and called a snitch? Will I lose Evie’s …show more content…
They came up with all these plans and ways to combat the urges of the addiction. Home is such a hard place for her. My mother treats her like an alien subject; she doesn’t understand Evie’s and my own mind state. She thinks she’s helping, but she just keeps pushing her. Pushing, pushing, pushing, until she explodes. She already has since coming home. Evie gave into self harm last week. I know how hard it is and was. I wish she would come to me when she needs help, but she never does. Maybe it’s because of that phone call. Often I regret making it, but if I hadn’t, where would my sister
I had to call. Maybe it wouldn’t have taken three years if I’d just asked for help.
What if she gets sent to a Hospital? I never went to a hospital to fix my problems and they were much worse than a single time cutting.
I remembered the first time I self harmed. Only once I told myself so long ago. Just to relieve the numb.
It never just stops at one. Like a terrible bag of potato chips, tearing you down to feel as though you are a useless nothing. Until you want to be absolutely nothing. I had to make the call, but in secret. I definitely didn’t want my parents to find out first. I knew they’d freak. Thats one of the reasons I never opened up to them about my own issues. Calling to tell someone that your sister is hurting herself and the possibility of her being sent away is an extremely hard act. I was in such a hard place. I had no idea if it was even right for me to do this. Will I be ridiculed and called a snitch? Will I lose Evie’s …show more content…
They came up with all these plans and ways to combat the urges of the addiction. Home is such a hard place for her. My mother treats her like an alien subject; she doesn’t understand Evie’s and my own mind state. She thinks she’s helping, but she just keeps pushing her. Pushing, pushing, pushing, until she explodes. She already has since coming home. Evie gave into self harm last week. I know how hard it is and was. I wish she would come to me when she needs help, but she never does. Maybe it’s because of that phone call. Often I regret making it, but if I hadn’t, where would my sister