I sat in the psychologist’s office, my heart racing, and my mind overwhelmed with anxiety. After months of feeling a dark cloud hovering over me, I finally decided to seek help. But as I poured out my heart, the psychologist looked me in the eye and said, “You’re not ready to be helped, and the cutting is just how you cope with stress.”
Her words stung deep inside me, leaving me feeling more hopeless than ever before. I wanted desperately to scream, “No! I’m not okay, and I need help!” But instead, I sat there in silence, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over.
As I walked out of her office, I felt more alone than ever. It had taken so much courage for me to seek help, but now I felt as though my struggles had been dismissed. The cutting continued, a way to cope with the pain that had only grown with each passing day.
For years I struggled, feeling as though there was no way out. But eventually, I found the strength to seek help again. This time, I found a therapist who listened and validated my struggles, helping me to learn healthier ways of coping with stress.
Looking back on that day in the psychologist’s office, I still feel a twinge of anger. But I also feel grateful that I didn’t give up on seeking help, even when it seemed like no one was there to listen.