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I was with my mom this entire weekend and she was on a drinking binge. I was with my relatives and since she can’t handle stress at all she was doing was drinking. Especially because we went to visit her brother (my uncle) who is really sick from cancer. I was at a mall and secretly followed her and dragged her out of a bar, but by that point it was too late. She was already passed out in the car on the ride up there. Why my father took her still is beyond me. Last time i went to the mall with her and my cousins a few weeks before almost the same scenario happened, where i ended up baby sitting her after she got drunk at a mall, and she passed out drunk in the back seat of a my cousin’s/Uncle’s car. I feel bad that my relatives i see maybe once ever 5 years saw her piss drunk the entire visit. But i was home alone that night and i put her in bed and i went on the computer. I started hearing coughing and chocking so I rushed over to her room. She started vomiting and wouldn’t stop, just kept on throwing up continuously. And completely passed out and stopped breathing and wouldn’t respond to anything. She was just lying there in her own vomit so I turned her over to her side and grabbed the phone to call 911, but at that exact moment my father got home and took care of her thank God. But the “what ifs” is what scares me. “what if” i hadn’t of been there she would of chocked on her own vomit? What if i never dragged her out of those bars? What if my father didn’t get home? I told my father he had to pick between me or her because I can’t deal with it anymore. Seeing her lying there lifeless made me have a nervous breakdown. She went to a meeting and is talking about getting into a program today. She thanked me, but I don’t think she has the will power to do this without going back to rehab. I haven’t really spoken with her since the incident. What should I say? I just can’t do it anymore.
I don’t want her to die
I don’t want her to die

Ok well a little background,

I have been self harming for eight years. I was adopted, abused (emotionally, physically, mentally, and sexually as a child), and neglected. When my parents were about to separate, I witnessed my dad accosting my mother after she told him that she was leaving for another man (my current stepfather).
I turned to self harm to deal with the emotional pain and depression at the age of eleven (exactly one year after my parents separated and two months after my first suicide attempt). I began biting and hitting myself but it wasn’t enough to satisfy my “needs” after a while so I began cutting. One became two and two became four and soon enough I was addicted to it.
I have recently started a slew of attempts to stop self harming, each of which have failed. My friend has seen the most recent burn and is threatening to have me forcefully committed to a psychiatric facility.

Now I ask, can they institutionalize you involuntarily just for self harm or do they have to prove that you are an immediate risk to your or somebody else’s life?

I’ve heard different things from different people but am looking to see if anybody who’s “been through the system” happens to know the answer.

Thank you in advance and please, no rude or defamatory comments/ responses.

Ive been depressed this year. My reputation at school went down the drain , i last over 30 plus pounds, and gained a weak rep at school. Am 15 , dealing with a drug addicted mom, who is not the perfect role model for me.
peopel have seen my waekness, i had emotional outbrust, people know about my sucidal attempts, ppl know about the physical fights that happen at home..and i feel that this year, the guiys in my school have used all of this to thier advanatage..Guys in my school start pinching, shoving, grabbing me..and i fight back, but all that comes with that is more hitting from th em.

am scared for my life right now..& worried about this up coming year.

am so sick of being the vitcum..

I just want to run away from everythign..where i live right now is not doing me justice. I feel like i practically have to raise my self.
I need a mother figure..i dont have anyboady else to live with. And i dont even know who my dad is…

I have a older sister, who see everythign that happenign yet, i feel as if she does’nt care.

this is something else that has happen:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AsAkaqFqlUXbVqOH.C0yW__sy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20080803133319AAI1a6U

I been so isolated.., it the only way that i deal with the pain..

my emotions & feelings are all intense.

everywhere i go, am the center of attention..am that person that peole think got it bad, and build thier confidence over.

am that girl that peolpe take advantage of..am do freaking sick of the BS, that is happening..i have no support system..

i can’t even get a job, because am only 15, turnign 16 in nov.

I dont thihnk ill ever be happy in highschool.

my rep is just bad, ppl think so negative of me, ant hat’s bcuz i have’nt stood up for myself..

Am getting thepay next week for my depression.

I use be to such a smart, happy girl, who did’nt care about other thought. I knew whati wanted, did good in school, cared about what i looked like, but lately..i just dont care anymore.

am use to be such a smart 2 year back, but lately i changing..my mind is clouded, can’t seem to think straight..cant hold conversation, been ioslated for a long time now..

any advice?

my step dad treats me badly also…
at times he calls me outside my name, and has even threaten me at one times or another when mom was’nt there..

i never told my mom about this.

i never have any fun..this is my youth years, and i feel like am 30 sumthing.

am a virgin, anly had one relationship whcih last 2 days..i want love, but i refuse to look for it in all the wrong places..but it so hard fighting the odds..

when i turn 16 in november i might go to job crop..is a place where i con do my schoolign outside of home…i feel like am running away from my problem then fixing it..

what shoudl i do??

Hi, this is just a random story i made, its not about me or any1 i know, can u please just gimme ur opinion? its not rlly edited, its just te outline, all advice apriciated!! thx oh and btw, i know that i cant spell :p sorry :)

“Kelsey, right down this way please”
“Sure” I say to the nurse, i am at the doctors office, and i am about to get weighed…. but b4 lemme just tell u a little bit about myself…..
I have always been pudgy. Always, i eat a lot, way way way to much. I binge.. alot.
When i was about 10, i stole a lot of food from the kitchen, i even remember what the food was.
i stole 3 bags gof chips, a tub of ice cream, a bag of my fave. chocolates, and some sour cream and chocolate sauce… mmm. Well i read online that i was apparently “too thin”…. little did i know that it was an unreliable website trying to comfort overweight people, i was really 10 lbs overweight. well i decided that the website was right, i was 10 lbs UNDER weight.. so i ate. and ate. and ate.
after my mom when to bed that night, i had a huge binge, again, before i did this, i was 4”5 and i weight 89 lbs, then after about 2 days of solid binging (summer break) i was 4”5 and 97 lbs…
i kept binging, for about 2 weeks, and i gained 15 lbs, i looked in te mirror, and put on my smallest jeans (kids size 14) and te poppe. iterally, the button came right off, i pot on my biggest t shirt, and riiiiiiipppp, i thought “uh-huh’ nad i looked into the mirror, and saw an ugly fat girl. i had a pot belly, POT BELLY, i looked like a pig. i had a pot belly, i weighed 113 lbs! i was obese, so my mom took be to the doctor, it’s been 3 yrs of binging since then… i think this is going to end bad.
Ok, back to the present.
I was 5”0 ft tall, and
“149″
“WHAT”
“Sorry, ma’am, please go see dr. shaman down te hall.”
“ok”
I walk down the hall, tihnking about the last 3 yrs of constantley eating, buying bigger sizes… i’m a kids t-shirt size xxxl, and a juniors pant size 10, crap.
I look up, on the door in big gold letters in says”Weight Help Center”
oh crapppp.
I look it, a nurse is in there, she say “Hello, can i help u?”
“Um… ya i’m looking 4 r. shaman, is he in?”
“Mhh hmmm, just 1 moment please.”
“Thanks.”

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TO BE CONTINUED
look 4 more and tell me ur thoughts, im gonna write a yahoo answers series!
thanks in advance!
Ok, here is a similar story… redone :) thanks for the advice so far!

I step on to the scale… as i’m waiting for the overly friendly nurse to tinker with the scale, i prey
“Hey G-d, yeah hi, please let me have somehow lost weight while i was eating chocolate this year! Amen.”
“147″ the nurse says, with WAY to much pep.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Um…. no, please go down the hall, the doctor will be with you shortly.”
“Um…. ok. thanks.”
As i walk down the hall, i feel like a hippo, how did this happen to me? I don’t eat that much…. well even i know that’s a lie, i thoguh my growing 3 inches would kinda help me balance out… i guess i was wrong. well, now I have to lose weight…. this is going to suck.
I walk down the hall way, finally there is an office, I walk in, and i think how lucky i am to be able to go to the doctor by myself, what would my mom do now??
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To be continued! Thanx in advance, writing more soon i’m running out of space!!
Ok, this is the story CONTINUED:
I walk in and sit down. My mom dropped me here about 25 minutes ago, how am i going to break it to here that i am a 147 pound cow? Oh, what to o, what to do.
Another peppy nurse walks in
“Hi. are you kelsey? Dr. Johnson can see you now.”
“Ok, do i just go down through there?”
She nods.
“Uh huh, 3r door on the right.”
Wow, this doctor’s place it big, maybe in hope that as we walk we’ll some how burn calories? wow, i’m getting lame.
Anyways, i get there, and a sour man in in the room, but then he see’s me and has a wicked grin on his face
“Hi, you must be kelsey, the 150 one? Huh? Ouch, that will take months to work off, how will you get through summer in long pants and long sleeves? ”
Omg, this is not happening i think, this guy is evil!!
“Ok, so how di you pack on 50 lbs in 4 months? What, did you just forget to breath, how much did you eat? you know that’s over 160000 callories, you had! didn’t you notice what was happening to your body?”
Danm.

“Mommy, where am I going?!” One girl cried out.

The train station was empty except for a line of children and their parents. Outside the train station, several black cars rested, their windows rolled down and the shiny tips of high powered rifles pointed out.

It was November tenth. A day that would go down in infamy, but as for now, history had yet to be made. The focus was on five of the world’s most precious children. The focus was on getting them onto the train and out of danger.

The five children were being showered in love as the train pulled into station. It was a monstrous thing. It was six cars long, and each side was heavily coated in shining metal. In intervals of two feet along the side, lethal looking metal spikes protruded out. Stationed on the top of the heavily defended train sat two turrets, their operators were covered by a transparent bubble of bullet proof glass.

Each child was brought into a warm embrace, everyone single person had fresh tears running down their faces. Outside the heavens seemed to be weeping as well. Heavy drops of rain began to fall. There was a crack of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightening that lit up the dank station.

“Mommy, daddy, I love you,” One by one the children were pushed away. Their parents weeping lightly as the most important things in their lives were turned from them by a blond woman in a conductor outfit.

She looked at each sobbing parent with kind blue eyes, and it seemed to comfort them as she pulled them toward the smoking train doors.

“Alessandra, go with the nice lady, we’ll see you soon,” One girl’s mother croaked out before breaking out into more sobs.

“Mommy I don’t want to go, I’m strong, I can stay and help,” a small blond girl belted out, her fragile hands were placed on her hips. Another strong boom of thunder signaled the start of a down pour. Streaks of water rushed down the many tinted station windows.

“No, honey, you have to go” Her mother responded. Finally, the blond conductor approached, and placed one hand firmly on the girl’s shoulder. The girl whipped around and knocked her hand away before gripping tightly onto her mother, tears were running down her face.

At this point, her mother fell down, the sorrow of it all was too much. The rest of the children had already boarded, their faces were all pushed up against the windows of their separate cars. Their eyes watching, their hands waving, and their mouths forming words.

The conductor moved forward, the young girl screamed, her eyes were wide with a primal fear. And for a second the conductor stopped, and the two stared at each other. The conductor had stopped half reach, and the girl had now stopped screaming. Something had clicked. Maybe it had been meeting of their eyes. Or perhaps it had been the swirling of blue and red within the girl’s eyes that had stopped the conductor. But for what seemed like an eternity the two sat staring at one and other.

Suddenly, the small girl moved forward.

“I love you mommy,” she whispered, before taking the conductors hand. “I realized that in order to save you, I have to go” Those were the last words her mother would hear from her eleven year old daughter for two years.

Leaving the grieving parents behind, the train gave a wailing cry and the doors shut. The conductor watched the parents reach out, and she realized how important the cargo was now.

Outside the rain continued to get heavier, and the black cars rolled their windows up and sped away, leaving the station behind.

Hope would soon come in the form of five children.

The fate of the world sat in their delicate hands.

How do you like my story so far?
I know I’m not that good, but I’d like some feedback on how I can get better :]. Thank youuu,

Can someone shed some light on this situation? I get that teens like to have a good time and talk about having had a good time, but why on earth would you post about it when you know damn well that your parents can read it? Of course, all she had to say is that her post was a joke and her mom bought it…

*8:45 am*

I had the most awful headache in the world. My whole head was pounding. I felt like a mess with sweat all over my face. I put my hand to my forehead and yawned really loud. I started to open my eyes and that’s when I remembered.

Cody.

Oh my God.

I looked around to the other side of me on the bed but didn’t see no one. I didn’t hear anything but silence. This is so embarrassing. What happened last night? How did I get here? How come only my jeans are on? Oh my God. I can’t believe this. I looked around and saw that my skimpy tank top was lying on the floor. I tried to think back to last night but everything was black. I just remember going outside with him after the party. He must of taken me here. I screamed a little bit by the thought of it. How could I have been so stupid?

As I got up to get my tank top, I caught my reflection in the mirror on his dresser. I looked horrible. My hair was in knots with my mascara and eyeliner all under my eyes. I had bruises on my neck and arms. I didn’t want to see myself anymore. I grabbed the tank top and pulled it on real fast. I noticed I couldn’t find any shoes or socks. Did I really come here barefoot? I must of really been drunk last night, since it was my first time ever drinking alcohol.

I started walking out of the room and down the small hallway towards the kitchen and living room. I didn’t see anyone at all. I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. I stepped out on the porch and thought about where I was suppose to go. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go to Savanna’s. I just didn’t want to walk around like this all day. What about Cody? Will I ever see him again? Was this all a joke to him? He told me I was beautiful. I felt some tears start to slide down my cheek. That’s when I busted out into sobs. I went down in the yard and fell against the hard damp grass. I started screaming and crying. My head was killing me and Cody took advantage of me.

I couldn’t believe that I could let this happen. What was wrong with me last night? I closed my eyes and tried to block this all out of my mind. After awhile, I got up and started walking. I didn’t know where to go. If anyone could understand it would be Savanna. It would feel awkward going to visit her after that huge fight last night. I will just call her. As I walked down the street, I could feel people staring at me. I didn’t really care. What was left to care about? I kept walking down the sidewalk just looking straight ahead of me. Not really caring who saw me like this. I finally saw my house in the distance. I never in my life thought I would feel so happy to see my home.

I walked up the concrete steps and opened the front door. The house was trashed. Alcohol with cigarette smoke was so thick that I started to cough. I could hear someone laughing up stairs, but saw no one else around. I started to walk up the stairs and saw my mother’s door cracked. I could see her lying on the bed with her new boyfriend lying beside her.

“Oh, Jesse you just do things to me.” She said, giggling and pulling on his arms.

He pulled her on top of him and started kissing her. That about made me puke right there. Like I didn’t already need reasons too. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bedroom that I had locked. I unlatched it and opened it. I sighed in relief, thank goodness nothing was touched or moved around. I found the telephone lying on my desk. I went over to pick it up and hit speed dial to call Savanna. It ringed around two or three times before I heard her voice.

“What do you want Alicia?” Savanna said in the most annoyed tone.

I didn’t say anything at first. How could she still be mad at me? I have no one left.

I heard Savanna yell something in the background, then sighed, “You do know you left your shit here last night?”

It she was going to treat me like this, no sense in telling her the truth about what I was going to tell her. Instead I tried to make my voice sound calm and normal, “Yeah, that’s why I called. Could I pick it up later?”

“You should just be happy I didn’t through it away, but I suppose so.” Savanna said in a low tone then hung up on me.

This was just too much. My whole world went black as I collapsed on my bed.
S H I T

that’s what the **** was.

It’s the first essay that i have to write and it’s for University of texas at austin, and it’s about someone who has impacted your life…

He arrived in the United States to pursue higher education with little money, no background of the English language, and no understanding of U.S. culture. Kevin is a close family friend and a person I’ve known all my life. He has had an incredible impact on me, and I’ve learned a lot from him.
When Kevin first arrived he had a lack of money that left him working any job he could find and even had him sleeping in his car for a short period. Kevin’s hard work paid off and he found a wife and started a family. His mother and father immigrated to the U.S. shortly after and he had to provide for them as well.
Kevin soon found success and had a beautiful family. He became self employed and a successful business man, but even with his newfound success he never forgot his humble beginnings. In fact as long as I’ve known him, I’ve never once thought Kevin to be pretentious. Everything seemed to be going fairly well for him, but this would all soon come crashing down on him.
Kevin always makes sure that his family and friends are okay before anything else, and he proved that to me when his mother became ill and diagnosed with brain cancer. Kevin completely stopped working to take care of his mother when he could of easily hired someone else to take care of her, but he wanted to because he believed it was the right thing to do. He bathed, fed, and cleaned up after her, I can only imagine the patience that he had to have and how stressful that must have been for him. Kevin already had his pate full with his mother and at the worst possible timing his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. After his mother passed away he didn’t have any time to grief over the loss, he was busy taking care of his wife.
Since our families are good friends I had a chance to witness and experience how he took care how he took care of his wife, one time even shaving his own head because his wife was going bald as a result of the medication. He did everything he could to take care of his wife but she lost the inevitable battle with cancer and passed away. Her untimely death must have been inconceivably difficult for Kevin to deal with but he tried his hardest to handle the death of his wife well and be strong for his friends and family. Now he had to deal with the arduous challenge of working and being a single father of his three children.
After a long period of grief and depression, Kevin got his life back on track after about seven long agonizing years of taking care of his mother and wife. He had a steady girl friend for a little over two years and everything was going well. Kevin has never had an easy life and has had to struggle for everything, and after two years of peace, there was no exception. His girl friend died tragically in a car accident, and Kevin was devastated at the seemingly consecutive loss of three incredibly important people in his life. He had a downward spiral into depression and alcoholism that left him helpless. Luckily Kevin had enough friends and my family was there to help him out of the hole he was digging himself into. It was a hard time for him but he never stopped being there for his friends and family. Soon after he overcame his alcoholism life settled down for Kevin and he is now living a much more calm life. He still faces his share of challenges, but over all his life has improved over the recent years.
Kevin has had a tremendous impact on my life and has defiantly helped shape the person that I am today. One thing that I experienced first hand from watching Kevin go through all his hardships is that life is never easy, especially more so for some of us then others. Most importantly though what I learned from Kevin is that no matter what cards life deals you, you have to carry on and still try your best to help others, do the right thing, and never back down or give up. Kevin is also completely selfless and would do anything for anyone who needed it, and that has taught me to be more generous and benevolent. I’m also impressed by his humbleness and this has taught me humility. Also Kevin’s success has inspired me to work hard and try my best to get a great education so that I can have a successful career. All in all Kevin’s character is impeccable and I don’t know anyone who is as genuine as him. I will be lucky to grow up one day and be half the person that Kevin is.
Life has never been easy for Kevin, striving for everything that he has. I do not think if I went to a completely foreign country with nothing I would not experience the success that Kevin has experienced, nor would I have the same qualities that he has. Even though I mentioned earlier that he is a family friend, he isn’t he is a family member. I chose not to say that until now because I admire Kevin for the man that he is, not because he is my father.
some one please read this, I really need some input and it would really really really help me

It’s the first essay that i have to write and it’s for University of texas at austin, and it’s about someone who has impacted your life…

He arrived in the United States to pursue higher education with little money, no background of the English language, and no understanding of U.S. culture. Kevin is a close family friend and a person I’ve known all my life. He has had an incredible impact on me, and I’ve learned a lot from him.
When Kevin first arrived he had a lack of money that left him working any job he could find and even had him sleeping in his car for a short period. Kevin’s hard work paid off and he found a wife and started a family. His mother and father immigrated to the U.S. shortly after and he had to provide for them as well.
Kevin soon found success and had a beautiful family. He became self employed and a successful business man, but even with his newfound success he never forgot his humble beginnings. In fact as long as I’ve known him, I’ve never once thought Kevin to be pretentious. Everything seemed to be going fairly well for him, but this would all soon come crashing down on him.
Kevin always makes sure that his family and friends are okay before anything else, and he proved that to me when his mother became ill and diagnosed with brain cancer. Kevin completely stopped working to take care of his mother when he could of easily hired someone else to take care of her, but he wanted to because he believed it was the right thing to do. He bathed, fed, and cleaned up after her, I can only imagine the patience that he had to have and how stressful that must have been for him. Kevin already had his pate full with his mother and at the worst possible timing his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. After his mother passed away he didn’t have any time to grief over the loss, he was busy taking care of his wife.
Since our families are good friends I had a chance to witness and experience how he took care how he took care of his wife, one time even shaving his own head because his wife was going bald as a result of the medication. He did everything he could to take care of his wife but she lost the inevitable battle with cancer and passed away. Her untimely death must have been inconceivably difficult for Kevin to deal with but he tried his hardest to handle the death of his wife well and be strong for his friends and family. Now he had to deal with the arduous challenge of working and being a single father of his three children.
After a long period of grief and depression, Kevin got his life back on track after about seven long agonizing years of taking care of his mother and wife. He had a steady girl friend for a little over two years and everything was going well. Kevin has never had an easy life and has had to struggle for everything, and after two years of peace, there was no exception. His girl friend died tragically in a car accident, and Kevin was devastated at the seemingly consecutive loss of three incredibly important people in his life. He had a downward spiral into depression and alcoholism that left him helpless. Luckily Kevin had enough friends and my family was there to help him out of the hole he was digging himself into. It was a hard time for him but he never stopped being there for his friends and family. Soon after he overcame his alcoholism life settled down for Kevin and he is now living a much more calm life. He still faces his share of challenges, but over all his life has improved over the recent years.
Kevin has had a tremendous impact on my life and has defiantly helped shape the person that I am today. One thing that I experienced first hand from watching Kevin go through all his hardships is that life is never easy, especially more so for some of us then others. Most importantly though what I learned from Kevin is that no matter what cards life deals you, you have to carry on and still try your best to help others, do the right thing, and never back down or give up. Kevin is also completely selfless and would do anything for anyone who needed it, and that has taught me to be more generous and benevolent. I’m also impressed by his humbleness and this has taught me humility. Also Kevin’s success has inspired me to work hard and try my best to get a great education so that I can have a successful career. All in all Kevin’s character is impeccable and I don’t know anyone who is as genuine as him. I will be lucky to grow up one day and be half the person that Kevin is.
Life has never been easy for Kevin, striving for everything that he has. I do not think if I went to a completely foreign country with nothing I would not experience the success that Kevin has experienced, nor would I have the same qualities that he has. Even though I mentioned earlier that he is a family friend, he isn’t he is a family member. I chose not to say that until now because I admire Kevin for the man that he is, not because he is my father.
some one please read this, I really need some input and it would really really really help me

ok my mom’s rehab friend is coming over and my dad has to leave like at night, so i was like your friend better not stay after dad leaves… and she was like well were gonna watch two or three movies.. and he might like drink or something cuz HE HAD TO PAY ALOT TO COME TO OUR HOUSE CUZ HE IS IN REHAB!!!!
What should i do????!

ok my mom’s rehab friend is coming over and my dad has to leave like at night, so i was like your friend better not stay after dad leaves… and she was like well were gonna watch two or three movies.. and he might like drink or something cuz HE HAD TO PAY ALOT TO COME TO OUR HOUSE CUZ HE IS IN REHAB!!!!
What should i do????!

Ok. so here’s my little story
i’m not looking for you to feel sorry for me or whatever but you need some background info.

when i was 7, my parents divorced and i didn’t see my dad and couldn’t have ANY contact with him for 2 years of my childhood. He was accused of mollesting me because of what my 5 year old sister and I, thinking it was a dream, told my mom. So then it got really nasty and we had police interviewing us and examining us and i still to this day don’t know all the details. we ket moving and were in “hiding” from him and it was terrible, and he didn’t even do ANYTHING. but we were young and confused and wanted to be left alone and kinda just went with it i think. then i was 9 and we had visits for 2 hrs every tuesday supervised, usually by my dad’s mom. then it was eery other weekend,and during this time my mom got remarried to a jerk, with a EVIL stepdaughter. she would harass me in front of her friends, she was 4 years older. she’d tell everyone rumors about me and accused my mom of trying to burn her. and caused a lotta problems. and the stepdad was an alchoholic, but i didn’t know back then. he would just be in bed when he was watching us and act weird. he still is an alchoholic. and then he left my mom WHILE SHE WAS IN SURGERY because she has severe lupus. [sick all the time and can't be in sun] and so then after THAT..my mom and my real dad got back together :) so that was happy. and THEN, my dad had a heart attack. he has heart disease and like 3 blockages. luckily, he survived. and my mom also has epilepsy. so that’s really hard.

ok and nowwww…i’m 13. and my mom stays in bed all day and plays facebook. and my dad works 18 hours a dayy up in the office and gets very stressed out. we have renters on my dad’s old house that won’t pay rent, and we are about to kick em out, only reason we haven’t yet is cause they are very very poor and sad. ok ok and so i’m homeschooled, but myounger bro and sister aren’t. I LOVE LOVE homeschooling.. but i have to go back for highschool most probably. and i don’t want to. it’s cause my mom doesn’t wanna do the work put into it and wants to teach me a lesson that i need to juggle problems? yeah so we are struggling to just keep our house and cars.

and i haven’t done anything or gone anywhere. we do NOTHING as a family. haven’t had a game night EVER, except once when i BEGGED them to lay a short game, and they stoped in the middle to go smoke. (sorry bad typing..in a rush). we don’t do ANYTHING. never just go to the park. NEVER go out to eat at a sit down restaraunt. never do anything together. it’s just blahh all day long. and i only have 3 shirts, one pair of shorts, and no shoes. while my sister and brother have TOO MUCH clothes. and all my friends always have plans but i can never do anything and just almost don’t feel like hanging with them cause they are always jam packed with plans and going to malls together. i didn’t go to thef air for the second year or third year now. just the FAIR. i’m begging my mom and dad to just take me to a local theme park thing. i wanna just go out to eat with my mom. just something. and i’m also not fat but i’m having big problems losing weight cause i’m so insecure and feel fat and i’m on the verge of almost anorexia or something cause i’m so obsessive and i binge eat. and my mom won’t take it seriously!! everytime i try to just have an everyday convo with her she walks away and goes back to bed. she sleeps til 3pm and then all day long is on the laptop or smoking or watching a movie and if i want to just be WITH her i just lay there but can’t talk cause she’s watching something on tv. my dad isn’t supportive of my music at all and everytime i play music on my piano he wants me to be quiet and gets mad and it hurts my feelings. my mom is musical, that’s why she supports it. but she still won’t give me singing lessons even though shes promised.

and i think i’m depressed. i’ve TRIED talking to them, they wONT LISTEN. i don’t ever get a chance, honestly i don’t. i don’t know what to do and i’m in DESPERATE need of help.
i know its long please read it all.
i’m still socialized..

and my mom has recently every now and then makes dinner. before then.. i usually made t or we just fixed whatever.

i started smoking marijuana my junior year of high school and i didn’t get addicted right away. whoever says that marijuana isn’t addicting is wrong! It isn’t addicting for everyone, just some. I was an occasional smoker where i would do it about 5-8 times a month. Summer came and i started to smoke about 3-4 times a week. which isn’t a big deal and it didn’t cause me problems at all! At the end of the summer, on my birthday, my parents found a bag of weed. They were so mad and literally hated me for a long period of time. I got my license late and was in a depressed state of mind. My mother and i never got along and we were at constant battle with each other. I was daddy’s little girl so at least i had someone on my side sometimes. In a short period of two months i had everything go wrong!! I got in 2 car accidents, lost my job, tore my meniscus, ended my last soccer season TERRIBLY, lost my first love to my friend, found out my father has lung cancer, had to cover for my alcoholic mom, and still had my parents HATING me. (i was not smoking weed then either and i never told any of my friends about all the bad things going on at home) I was always a good student and kid and had a lot of friends. I was voted ray of sunshine and class comedian for my superlatives in the yearbook. I was also a good athlete but always have had a lot of pressure on me with feeling like i always had to be the best and set a good example because nothing i ever did was good enough.) During my lacrosse season, my coach found me stoned at 711 but she didn’t tell anyone even though she could lose her job. i scored my 200th goal and i am ranked in the shore. I am going to college for lacrosse so i could have lost my chance to play away at school. I recently found anti-depressents hiden that i found my mom was taking. I finally told two of my close friends about my mom and they both tell me how they think she’s been acting weird lately and they feel bad for me. I don’t like how they feel bad for me. One of my friends really looks up to me and she can’t get over how well i handle myself through all this. Last week i started smoking non-stop. i do it 3-4 times a day. and now my mom is saying how happy she is that i’ve been so much better! This is really hard for me right now and there aren’t many people who understand so it’s even harder. Am i over-reacting? is my life really not that screwed up? I need help too.. i don’t want anyone saying that i am a screw up.. i just need someone who understands me. And i can’t go away to rehab.. i just CAN’T!

It’s about a girl that binge eats and throws it up/bulimic. its “A Secret Between Friends” but it’s a similar story… all i remember is a teenage girl is bulimic… and i remember a table full of food outside and her purging in a portipotty or whatever.

its not about a mom being bulimic-its the kid/teen

Ok yesterday my mom wanted to talk to me about her drinking. She called me in her room and started telling me about how I told my dad I was upset with her drinking. And she kept asking me “What did you tell him!?!” and “telling him doesn’t make it any better for me and your father.” And I said, “Well who am I suppose to talk to? I don’t have anyone.” And she said “me.” Than I said “well when your drinking your not in the right mind and I can’t talk to you.” And she was like “fine I’ll give you a number to call that you can talk to people about it.” And she never did… Than she wanted me to tell her how I felt. And i said “I’m being honest. I feel really hurt and I want my mom back. I have soo many bad memories of you drinking my whole life. Like picking you up from the airport after a month of not seeing you when I was in 4th grade after you went to rehab for the first time. My hopes were so high that you would be better and you were trashed right when we got you! And when I was reallly little before all of this you drove back from New York drunk! I didn’t even know what was going on! We could have been killed. And on my 11th birthday party in front of all my friends dad had to literally drag you out of the restaurant because you drank so much. That ruined my birthday. Even this year you weren’t ok on my birthday or on Christmas pretty much everyday. I have endless really bad memories. I can never talk to you or depend on you for anything. You constantly fight with Mary (my sister) and make everyone so stressed out. I love you and want you better and support you 100% but you can’t expect me to not feel hurt.” And she was like “OH SO I RUIN EVERYTHING!” And than she started getting all defensive and angry. And than I just got really upset and walked out. And than she made me come back. And she was like “Well im doing Cyber meeting now” (Online meetings or something?) And I was like “Why can’t you just go to regular ones too?” And she was like making up excuses on how she doesn’t like them. And than she was like “WELL THAN YOU SHOULD MAKE YOUR BUS TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY SO I CAN START GOING TO THE MEETINGS AT 7 IN REALLL LIFE!! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK OF YOU!?!” and I was like ” I promise I won’t miss the bus. I only missed it a couple times, but I really want you better so I can handle it. But how do I know your going to go to the meetings because you use to skip All the time?” And she was like ” I DON’T KNOW! How do I know your going to make the bus? I DONT!” And she like “well maybe I shouldn’t go because your never going to make the bus!!” And than I was like ” I am, I AM! stop it don’t put so much pressure on me. Don’t put your sobriety on me! I don’t want you missing a meeting and your drinking to be MY fault like your making it seem!” And than she was like “Sorry, I shouldn’t have blamed you…” and I just walked out. Like an hour later she came out and I could already tell she had drank something. Than she starts yelling at me in the kitchen when I was putting my glass in the dish washer for no reason. And she was like ” I know your not going to do everything. We already got called in by your teachers once! Your probably just going to miss the bus and be late. Maybe I should make you transfer school so you are less distracted!” and kept threatening me things that happened like months and months ago which I said HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HER DRINKING! Than I just was about to leave and she started laughing saying “LOOK WHO IS DEFENSIVE NOW!” And my dad just stood there doing completely nothing…I tried to include all the important parts sorry if its really long but I don’t understand her. I can’t talk to her and I don’t know what to do.

Her mom drinks because she’s loosing most of her family, and my friend, can’t stand her mom, so it’s like she has no one. She’s been too AA and recovered, and just recently she started drinking again.
My friend keeps telling me about problems with her mom and how she’s like “Oh I love you, you’re the best thing in my world.!” and then like a second later will be like “Oh! You BITCH!” she drives sometimes when she’s tipsy, and it freaks out emily! I feel really bad.
What can I tell her? I just told her to talk to her mom, but she said she can’t.

It is about a girl who is a drug addict and her mom writes her story based on her diary and people’s accounts of her life. The cover is black and white I believe and has her picture on it. She has like bright red hair I think…?
The girl like steals her mom’s car at one point, and lives in a house with a bunch of bums who sell her drugs. She almost gets clean and then dies…

HELP PLEASE!

Thanks.

the topic is” Today s choices shape my future.

A person can make so many choices, and each choice is a direct factor in your life. To make the right choice is to be successful, while making the wrong choice is an obstacle to overcome. As Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Once said “Life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel” (“”).
A young girl only 15 makes a choice that will forever alter her life. Growing up on the wrong side of town she has always had an awkward perception of the world she lives in. Watching many rap videos, she though it was okay to smoke marijuana and to have sex. It wasn’t until the tender age of 19 did she realize she had made a mistake. She got pregnant at 15; she didn’t know what to do. Her mother kicked her out and the father of her baby didn’t want anything to do with her. Looking for a way out, she turned to drugs. Every night she went out and left her baby at a friend’s house, every night she smoked crack, every night she got closer and closer to the edge. The young girl now only 19 got HIV/AIDS. The young girl died at 19, she died on the very streets that she walked. She made a bad choice, and that choice ruined her life.
Life is a difficult thing, it has so many twist and turns.
I just need to know if i stayed on the topic.

The girl in the movie has short dark hair, and is very heavy into drugs. Her mother takes her to rehab, and the movie is basically her journey of recovery. She has relapses here and there, and I believe that one of her friends, possibly her boyfriend, is murdered, and she is accused.
It’s killing me that I don’t know the name of this. I want to watch it so bad!
ANY HELP IS APPRECIATED!!!

The girl in the movie has short dark hair, and is very heavy into drugs. Her mother takes her to rehab, and the movie is basically her journey of recovery. She has relapses here and there, and I believe that one of her friends, possibly her boyfriend, is murdered, and she is accused.
It’s killing me that I don’t know the name of this. I want to watch it so bad!
ANY HELP IS APPRECIATED!!!