i 'm getting help.
after battling myself for a year, im finally getting help. the day after my mom (and everyone else) saw my cuts, my mom walked in on me crying. for twenty minutes, she asked me what was wrong and i stayed silent. and then she whispered, "al..you never cry.." and i lost it again. she's right; i NEVER cry, yet lately thats all i've been doing. i guess hearing her say those words made me realize, "yeah, i'm crying because now im fully broken." thats when i started telling her about this entire year and how i stopped eating and have been cutting myself since last april. i told her about how ive wanted to go to a treatment center since November. she told me the first step is therapy, and then they'll decide if thats necessary or not. i honestly can't wait to get help. i can't wait to feel better. i can't wait to be happy.