i just got out of the hospital on monday. i was there for 7 days becuase i cut my wrist again. this time i really meant it, i was trying my best to get down to my vein and my mom caught me. i already had an appt with my therapist and pdoc later that day, so they did what anyone else would have done and had me committed. the sherriff came out and took me away and my mom had a real hissy fit. even the pdoc was shocked at how badly my mom acted. she was too worried about herself and what everyone else thinks to care that i had just tried to kill myself. i had cut before, but never like this. all of my s* attempts have been overdoses, not cutting. my cutting tends to come when i'm frustrated and upset and i feel trapped. well, now that i'm out of the hospital i am still wanting to cut and still thinking about dying. that place drove me crazy so i told that doc what i had to tell her to get out and it worked. i'm never going back there again. i don't care if i die, i'll just never go there again.