Secret Confessions

[Doomy]

[Edited Because I Fracking Can]

Welcome to the Secret Confessions thread. Beyond the pure anonymity of the internet, there lies a certain level of understanding behind all the accounts here on FF. The SC account carries burden of allowing the user to give a candid, private confession with (hopefully) understanding feedback. The SC thread is for other posters to give kind and/or helpful advice, words of empathy, or a secret of their own (under the SC name or not).

This account is a group account, and EVERYONE needs to treat it respectfully. By posting under the Secret Confessor, you are pledging to refrain from hate mail, "finger-pointing", insulting and being a jerkface. By posting in the SC thread, you are pledging to keep the comments respectful. This has not yet been a problem, but it's nice to have written down "just in case".

If you would like to use the SC account for ANY reason beside posting in this thread, please PM me- even if it's under the SC name (this is not to exert authority, but to maintain order over a very accessible account).

Thank you!


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[Megan (Fishy)]

Uh, hi. *is 'that one'*

I wasn't trying to be rude to you at first. I mean, I was quite rude after you insulted me, yeah, but... originally that was not my intention. I'm sorry if it came across that way, though.

And you're not a horrible person, you're just a little misguided right now, and going after the wrong things and going about it the wrong way. That's all.

[RantingSidekick]

Oh goodness gracious this shenanigans.

If this is going to take up several pages can we create a thread for it?

/rude interrupting.

[Megan (Fishy)]

Paige, I'm just PMing her now, so... if there is a discussion, I've no reason to be involved here beyond this.

Plus I'm pretty sure some girl hating me for being Lamp's friend doesn't deserve its own thread.

[Julie]

I guess I'll stop too.

Sorry.

[Hannah]

So I made the quite stupid mistake of telling my mother everything. Everything, that is, except for the Internet thing, and the things I do when I'm not being supervised by her. But other than that, everything.

Very. Big. Mistake. I'll be going to see a psychiatrist next week. Does anyone know what they're going to do to me there?

[Fake]

Depends on the circumstances, as well as the psychologist.

I see a psychiatrist (psychologist?), mainly due to my near suicidal depression, self hatred, self esteem issues, the fact that I'm so stressed I go twang when you rub a guitar pick on me, and other such things. Mostly, what we do is just talk.

Oh, and I was emotionally dead, too. Spoke in a monotone and acted like a male Yuki Nagato/Rei Ayanami/ emotionless-girl-who-is-not-anime-person. Thanks to the psychiatry, I now smile, laugh, and don't want to kill myself as much.

Well, that and the meds, but I digress.

So yeah. It might even help you.

[Hannah]

I decided to tell my mother stupidly that I cut myself last summer.

That's what happens when I open my mouth late at night.... Thank God I didn't tell her about the eating disorder(s)...

I actually think a sane person who can understand my fucked up brain might be nice to talk to, but the only therapist my mother will ever let me see is a Christian one. Because I brilliantly told her that God is an asshole last night, and now she thinks I'm having a "crisis of faith."

I think I am(or was at one point) depressed, but I smile and laugh sometimes (ok, granted I rarely smile, but I laugh /all/ the time. I mean, what kind of weirdo just walks around smiling all the time?) so I don't really think this is needed...

[Fake]

Holy hell. O.O

First off, cutting oneself is-while not exactly the healthiest choice-not so much a crisis when it happened more than a year ago. I'd have no problem with it if my kid did it more than a year ago. In fact, I'd congradulate them for stopping (If they did stop...)

Second...you're mom irks me. My 'rents, despite all their flaws, took it perfectly well when I told them that I didn't believe in He Who Must Not Have His Name Taken In Vain, and even considered him a, and I quote myself, "Fucking prick." Sure, they weren't happy, but they let me choose my own believes and convert to C'thuluism (Whose God is also a fucking prick) and left it at that. Crisis of faith my ass-you're just being a teenager.

[Hannah]

Mhm. Considering the fact that the risk of danger was low (instead of using a razor, I just kinda sawed away until I had caused enough pain, and most of the time barely even broke the skin) I was happier and less "kill me nao kthx" at that time. And that was what allowed me to stop. And it was this last summer, which was a few months ago.

My mom simply refuses to believe that it's anything she could have changed. So blaming it on the devil is an obvious choice.

[Megan (Fishy)]

*interrupting*

I walk around smiling all the time.

[Hannah]

O.o Well... Wait, /all/ the time?

[Megan (Fishy)]

Well not literally all the time.

But well more than the average person.