Im the therapist friend. And I don’t hate it. I truly love my friends and I’ll do anything for them. But comforting them on a bad day sitting in my bedsheets that are splattered in blood after an episode of terrible mood and self-harm urges really s***. It’s like my mouth is taped shut. I don’t know who to go to. Im still young, the only person that ever found out that I had these negative habits was my mom, and she doesnt believe in mental illness and called me ungrateful. Maybe she is right, maybe its just a phase. I don’t have anyone to talk to so I come here instead. I don’t know what to do. I want my closest friends to know that im here for them because nobody was there for me during my worst times. But sometimes, I just want someone to hug and hold me as I cry too, like how I do for them. I don’t know how to talk to them. I don’t know where to start. Or how to get help. Im stuck. I just wanted to get this off my chest somewhere. Don’t mind me ahah
