Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Day 175

Walked into my counselling appointment at the Mental Centre today with blood all over my hands and under my nails. I had self harmed quite badly on the bus on the way to my appointment after a blow out with my sister.

I burst into tears on arrival and was ushered into the exam room by a nurse, who kept calling me Rose.

"I just need to wash my hands. I just need to wash my hands", "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" was all I could say.

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