How it feels to ask for help
...their parents are the ones who they need protection from? For me, I endured the numerous broken bones, constant questions, and alleged rumors for seventeen years to the point were I could no longer verbalize my pain, nor mask it with yelling or tears. My coping skills went from yelling and crying to suicide attempts to cutting. Fortunately my doctor saw my consecutive cries for help, which resulted in me being hospitalized in a psychiatric ward from age seventeen to age eighteen. The reason for my year long hospitalization was so that I could begin my healing process and be safe from my mother at the same time. I am at a loss for words when it comes to describing what it feels like to ask for help. When it comes to deciding that I do need to ask for help I physically become very nauseas, and achy to the point where I can hardly get out of bed. When I am actually asking a person for help I feel so light headed that I could actually pass out right then and there. After I have reached out to someone for help I spend the next two weeks feeling very, very weepy. Overall I just get so thrown off my the whole process because it is out of the ordinary for me. I think the fact that the first thing I needed help with was so traumatic, I think that it plagues my feelings about asking for help any time after this first occurrence. To this day I am currently still in therapy for what I endured during my childhood, and adolescent years. It has hindered me in many things that I have wanted to pursue in my life, and in many things that I have accomplished in my life. I accept the fact that my childhood and adolescent years influence my every decisions, and my actions to this day, but I refuse to let them hold me back, a...