My dad finally found out about the suicide attempts yesterday.

Mom told him while I was in the shower. I don’t know what his immediate reaction was, but he’s very firm in the belief that I need to see a therapist. When mom told him that I couldn’t afford one, he scoffed. “I didn’t say she had to pay for it.”

So that’s… that’s pretty cool. 

I’m going to the hospital today, so I need to go find reading materials and I am going to go eat bacon because I’ve got what is likely to be a six hour wait ahead of me.