Pretty Lies, Ugly Truths

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Notes Okay here’s the thing with my mom…

I think she thinks I’m fine because when she says that she loves me, I say it back. I think she thinks I’m fine because I smile at her when she makes a comment. I think she thinks I’m fine because I appear fine to her.

But I’m not.

I just don’t know WHY she wouldn’t let me be medicated. I’m sure my therapist gave her enough reason to AT LEAST let me see a psychiatrist to make positively sure that I need to be medicated (which I’m sure I do). Like… give it a chance will you? I’m like losing my head here.

I hope she noticed my little attack earlier, about not having an appetite and not eating dinner with them.

SIGH.

Why has my mind gone here again?

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