I went to the mental hospital in Timaru today and talked to someone about what’s been going on.
She set me up to see a psychiatrist that specializes in “this sort of thing” (when I asked her what she meant by that she wouldn’t answer me.) on Friday.
I won’t even fight it. I feel so defeated right now, I’d let myself get dragged into just about anything.
I’m afraid of tiny little things. Things like walking into a computer lab full of people, or noises behind me that have no explicable source, or simply walking in public. I feel as though I’m wearing a mask that anyone can see through, and if someone looks at me, they can see how strange I really…
I’m so tempted to burn my hips and thighs so that it will be one big mass of scar tissue and the stretch marks won’t be noticeable.
I do believe schizophrenia is rearing it’s ugly head again.
What were my coping skills again?
Helicopter - The Feeling
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