To a crisis unit. I've been here since Thursday afternoon when my case manager walked me down because I told her if I could find a way to kill myself without anybody having to clean up the mess it would be done and I would be gone.
I am serious.
I don't want to hear all my strengths. I don't want to hear about all the wonderful things I do for people. I'm tired, I feel more defeated than I have ever been.
I haven't seen Jack since Wednesday night and he hasn't even inquired as to my whereabouts. My dad called today, which was a short and awkward conversation. We just kept it high level - no digging too deep. It no longer matters if Jack locks me out because I am in a safe place and none of them can get to me.
Life means absolutely nothing to me anymore. Absolutely. Nothing. Which is exactly how I will treat it.
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