My brain name’s is Annelise. She made me cut myself yesterday, I saw yellow grease beneath my skin, I cringed, but for some reason, everybody was so shocked.
I wanna talk to someone, even if it’s just about the weather, I don’t want to be stuck anymore in this house
Tell somebody what happened.
When I first SH’d at the urging of voices, I told my mom and she brought me to the E.R where I talked to a crisis team. Then I was brought to a mental hospital. Without that experience, I may have never gotten on the road to getting help.
IDK, go to the park and sit on a bench and feed the ducks? It’s easy, safe, low stress, and probably no one will bother you or give you a second look. You’ll be out of the house and getting some sunshine.