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Lgbtq nami: National Alliance on, mental Illness

Yea, I know I'm hearing it in my head, but it's not a thought I can control, and you know when you have thoughts it's always in your voice and this is- it's sort of like a whispering. The last time I was picked on I stood up for myself and received a broken nose, but I roughed his face up, so I guess that counts for something. Ever been physically or emotionally abused?

After that her motto became it's fine. Sometimes I want my mother who I love deeply to get in an accident and die, that way I wouldn't feel guilty about exposing how much I hurt because she wants more than anything to help me and can't. So I was like if I drink some alcohol with it maybe this will work. Some of them, but everyone tells me it will be okay when I freak out about my life path.

He also invaded my privacy, cut me off from my friends and family- by the way, that is your first sign to fucking run from somebody, when they try to isolate you- broke me down verbally, abused my dog and generally made me miserable. The group is called Goals, before the next person speaks, we're asked to come up with a goal to work on for the next two weeks. I feel appreciated, like my point of view is appreciated, like he's really listening to me and that's a good feeling.