I’ve been waiting for today. Today is my evaluation. I’ve been waiting to get help for so long. Yet, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to be potentially locked up.
Last night was a disaster, as always.
I went home from the city when I was supposed to stay. I had my dad take me to my moms at 1am and I cried in her arms. There’s something about my mom. As much as we don’t get along and I feel I regret telling her things. When I get drunk, I feel I need her to hold me and tell me I’m okay.
So today’s my appointment. I really don’t want to go inpatient but I wrote down my symptoms and I’ll cooperate. I’m already going to make a scheduled post for when I locked up to say my temporary good bye.
I’m just really scared