MissPickwickian wrote:
I've been out of school sick for the past two days, and I got a lot better this afternoon. When I thought that I would have to go to school tomorrow, I was plunged into a black, existential despair. I looked outside onto the gorgeous sunlit day that I could not venture into due to my hay fever, pondering my imprisonment as a metaphor for life. So I slit my wrist.
Well, 'slit' may not be the word I'm looking for; 'sawed at' would be more accurate, as I ran a knife over the same place for thirty minutes, scraping off the first two layers of skin but not drawing blood. Either our knives are very dull or I wasn't determined enough. My mother was absolutely horrified.
After an emergency therapy appointment, it was determined that this was a dramatic form of school refusal. My mother is going to get an IEP for me.
I can't study anymore, even the subjects I cherish. Anything associated with school nauseates me. This includes books. I've stopped doing my homework. I just come home and drink nighttime cold medicine so that I fall asleep immediately.
No one bullies me. Some people are nice to me. I am just very, very lonely.
Miss P:
You of all people. Funny, intellegent, and a reader. You have (if I might be so bold) classic symptoms of depression. This is a disease, medical sciences knows how to cure. Cutting is a symptom. I don't really have much left at the end of today to be really enthuastic, but You're just As. You don't need to live a trigic life. Not someone with your brains. I've been AS all my life. It's never stopped me. So try saying to yourself what Lillian Helman said she said to herself when she got down (and she was not a young woman when she said this. "Oh, come on, kid, you're better than that!)
And if you are lonely, (and we all are at some point) remember...nothing is forever, including lonelyness. Ever think of a boy friend? But then, that's a whole new set of problems, but you won't be lonely.
Luck, and cheer up.
Beentheredonethat