“You have had almost nothing for the past few days. You are going to die. At some point you are going to be a danger to others”
“What!?”
“You cannot be commuting and pass out while driving. You would be a danger to yourself and others. At some point we are going to have to talk about residential.”
“I know I have been afraid of that since day one. ”
“Well I have been telling you that since the beginning. You look like you are going to pass out over there.”
I am doing the best I can and I am still getting worse. School is horrible and my kids are out of control.
“The harder things are at school the less you are eating and your were barely eating before. You have have taken a nose dive.”
I am going down rather quickly and I don’t know that I can do anything about it. I am completely depleted. I am dying and I cannot even take it that seriously. Everyone is really worried and I feel bad about that.
I called my coworker on the way home(I was on the phone with her before my appointment) “You are talking about dying like it’s no big deal. You are not invincible. What would happen if they sent you but you didn’t go?”
“I know of a girl that her parents had to take her to court to make medical choices for her because she refused treatment. They got it but she killed herself.”
“Do you ever think about killing yourself?”- J
“It crosses my mind at times but I could not do that to everyone. I would rather suffer in silence for the rest of my life than do that to everyone.”
“Good I would be really mad at you if you did.” -J