Fuck that Shit

Feeling: despair, dread, hate, lost, annoyed, apathetic

Got told 2X to go to cooking group.  Rather forcefully.
So I went.
Ate snack.
Now exploring emotions.  NOT happy.
If I tell the truth they’ll take away my car.
My Sunday mornings, ie. my freedom.
I already feel so trapped.  So trapped.
I’m so done.
It’s their fault I feel trapped.
I expressed my needs/concerns and got shut down every time.

“It’s just another facade for you to latch onto”
“It’s just symptoms you’ve made up to avoid the real issues”
“Let’s get to the point rather than sifting through the gobbledly-goo”
— Quotes courtesy of my primary

Maybe if you restated that, I’d believe you.
Oh, and the glorifying self harm and restriction bit?
Well, FUCK YOU!
Like I would ever glorify this shit.
Day 29 of treatment.

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