Instead of overdosing and ending my life, I called out for help and have been re-admitted to Hollywood Clinic.
I’m trying, guys. I’m trying everything I can to stay alive when I really just want the pain to end. For my life to end.
This is so hard.
Within 24 hours of being admitted, I got the flu 🤧 so…I feel absolutely miserable because all I can do is lay still. I can’t watch films or colour or paint…and because I’m “symptomatic”, I’m not allowed to leave my room.
So on top of feeling suicidal, I’m ill with flu, homesick and lonely.
Do you ever feel like you’re never going to win? Because that’s how I feel right now.