Therapy was wild today. 10 mins overtime, safety plan updated and printed out, interrogated on my threat level to myself, "I see deep down inside you want to live" 'thats just what you want to believe. I want to die.', told my therapist I've had a nicotine addiction since 16 lol idk dude shit was crazytyy and now mouse wants to see me asap like girl I need to breath after that sesh 😭
Somehow I'm not in the loony bin!!! Rat lives to do drugs another day!!! Yahooooo