Hi, it’s Stacey, and I can’t stop imagining what the inside of my wrists would look like, like if they were bleeding until there was nothing left to drain out of them. I can’ make these thoughts go away. The memories are all so overwhelming, and so are the thoughts. Last time we tried going inpatient for thoughts when Rayette wasn’t suicidal, we were told by the hospital that since she wasn’t the one who was suicidal, that we didn’t meet criteria for inpatient. I just can’t do this anymore. The pain is just to much. Just want to end it. I’m just so sad…… I’m 12 and can’t handle this on my own. Need support.
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