4-1-15: Yo, Star is back. (yes, laugh at my attempt to be cool). Now, I'm in a hospital at the moment...a mental hospital to be exact… I have no idea what's going on at school with my friends or at home really.
Dad just had knee surgery, but he's doing okay now. Also, I'm having a family meeting today, so I might be out of the hospital today or tomorrow if I can. But, as sad as this is, they think I'm gonna have to stay until next Monday….(It's Wednesday right now, just so ya know). Well, since I've mentioned it, how about I tell you how I got here…
Dad had just left the house, and I was getting ready for school. For some reason, I grabbed a knife (a steak knife) and threw it in my bag. When I got to school, I started to feel anxiety, depression, and again thought about suicide. During band, I told my friend to meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes.
I asked the teacher to use the bathroom, and I grabbed my knife and hid it in my sleeve after I left the room. From there, I headed to the farthest bathroom, which is the one near the gym. I stared at the knife, and thought about killing myself. I brought it to my throat, but then through it against the wall, starting to cry.
I called my therapist, gave the knife to the dean of students, and went to the principals office. After that dad picked me up, I got prescribed on meds, and then got sent home. My step mom then pushed me at the wrong time, and I felt like hurting myself again. I told my dad, and he brought be to the ER, where I got sent to Prairie St. Johns after four hours of waiting.
Now I'm here, and my doctor thinks I'm bipolar, so I'm on a new medication called Abilify, where before I was on Prozac.
Well, I'd love to chat more, but I want to work on my story and I only have a few more minutes on the computer. I'll update probably when I get out. From yours truly, Blessed Be!
