My Journey To Normality (Part 1)

I became very overwhelmed and on the 29th and 30th drunk so much alcohol I blacked out most of what happened. Apparently I ran out into the road to try and get run over but Mandy pulled me all the way home, while I sobbed the whole time.

On the 31st I overdosed again. While Mandy was on the phone with me trying to convince me to ring an ambulance and she nearly had. Georgie told my sister who told my parents what I'd done. Before Mandy had convinced me my parents pulled me out of my bed by the feet, slammed me into every wall, kept punching my stomach. I tried to get away but my Step Father had me pinned down in the bath tub. I was so scared they were gonna actually kill me. They refused to ring an ambulance or take me to hospital. They kept telling me I had no right to do what I did or feel the way I do and shouting verbal abuse at me. Just to make matters worse they made Mandy watch the whole thing from a video chat and told her if I died it would be her fault. I finally managed to get to hospital as another one of my friends Jack came and picked me up. In A&E they took blood and an ECG but they just made me wait till the drugs had worn off. I spent a total of 10 hours in the waiting room? Didn't even get a bed. When I finally saw the mental health liaison team they told me the abuse couldn't be that bad if I was still living with them so I stormed out. They weren't helping. You're not meant to force someone to throw up because that can make things worse and you don't refuse to get them medical help. My body is riddled in bruises, so I took the day off work to recover.

Happy New year though...