A confusing life
Dear Diary,
Well, I never told my parents, and I’m glad I didn’t. It would have killed them, and if it didn’t kill them, they would have killed me. My intention was never to hurt anyone else. So I’m still keeping this to myself.
However, a new development has come into the storyline. I’m not sure if it made things less complicated or more.
Our school counselor realized he had no idea how to relate to us in this instance. He wasn’t young enough. He had never gone through what we are going through. Finally, he saw he was in over his head. So he found someone who could relate to us, someone we actually could trust.
Through this, a group was formed at school. It was specifically for girls who currently are or recently have intentionally hurt themselves. We don’t have a name for our group, but we meet once a week, and we are excused from class to do so. We talk things out and try to make each other feel better. It doesn’t always work, I mean most of us still do it. But it’s nice to meet in a room with people for an hour who know and understand what you are going through.
I don’t know how much this will help, but our leader seems to understand, and he keeps everything we say to himself, as much as he possibly can. If he thinks anyone is an incredible or imminent threat to themselves, then he legally cannot keep quiet. But he warned us of this, and before he goes outside of the group, he agreed to discuss what would be done first.
He’s a nice guy. He’s a trustworthy person to talk to.
He hasn’t convinced me to stop, but I know he has each of our best interests at heart, and he is trying in earnest.
I feel better after group each week. Sometimes I wish we met more often.