StoryOfMyLaugh
“oooohhhh… the hang of it!!!”
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So around 2-3 weeks ago after my Mother had another meltdown on me after I was justifiably mentally fucked up about a bunch of family/friends, I had gotten a Grief Counselor (basically a therapist on coping with dead family/friends and other severe circumstances involving others). My ‘counselor’ is some early/mid 20-ish white blonde female that looks like this is her first time ever doing any counseling. She’s said the most surface-line ‘blah blah blah’ sympathy that hasn’t addressed anything, and tried to relate to depression that are caused by astronomically less severe factors relative to me—she hasn’t actually delved into any sort of coping mechanism and instead used a bunch of fluffy friendly words like some considerate paid pal.
So basically i’m just done with this bullshit and i’m just going to go up to her (i think our next meeting is around 2PM~ish tomorrow) and just tell her i’m ready to kill myself to be thrown in a mental hospital and see what it’s really like to be in there. I’m part-way genuine when I say i’ve been considering suicide multiple times in manic states and pondered around violence in general (also fumed by my Mother once again having a meltdown and threatening to kick me out of her house last week), but I still have no urge to legitimately end my life or harm anybody; so i’m just going to try and use the most convincing words to convince her that’s i’m on the brink of KMS.
I’ve heard most of everybody say a Mental Hospital is almost like a mini-vacation, except it’s kinda almost exactly like prison but they drug you up to make you think it’s amazing and nurses to irregularly help cope with. I think i’m willing to go into one for a couple of days to at the very least experiment, maybe even simply see if it even slightly benefits me in anyway whatsoever and document what i’ve gone through on here.
It’ll take an extreme change of heart or seriously convincing to tell me not to be discharged into a mental hospital within the next 24 hours.
So basically i’m just done with this bullshit and i’m just going to go up to her (i think our next meeting is around 2PM~ish tomorrow) and just tell her i’m ready to kill myself to be thrown in a mental hospital and see what it’s really like to be in there. I’m part-way genuine when I say i’ve been considering suicide multiple times in manic states and pondered around violence in general (also fumed by my Mother once again having a meltdown and threatening to kick me out of her house last week), but I still have no urge to legitimately end my life or harm anybody; so i’m just going to try and use the most convincing words to convince her that’s i’m on the brink of KMS.
I’ve heard most of everybody say a Mental Hospital is almost like a mini-vacation, except it’s kinda almost exactly like prison but they drug you up to make you think it’s amazing and nurses to irregularly help cope with. I think i’m willing to go into one for a couple of days to at the very least experiment, maybe even simply see if it even slightly benefits me in anyway whatsoever and document what i’ve gone through on here.
It’ll take an extreme change of heart or seriously convincing to tell me not to be discharged into a mental hospital within the next 24 hours.





