Therapy
I hadn't written much over the past two years because I didn't want what I was living to be documented. Or rather, I could have documented it and gone to the police, but I didn't. I just left. A lot of you know what happened, some through the grapevine and some from the original sources. Basically, I was in an abusive relationship and now I am in a happy one. August 2016. An empty shell with long sleeves and a scarf to cover the bruises, I walked into the University of Utah's Counseling Center. I knew I needed to get help. I was ready to end the pain at any cost, so I filled out the questionnaire. I was on the life or death end of severe situational depression. She asked, "What reasons do you have to stay alive?" I said, "Bella." She asked, "Who can help you stay alive?" I said, "Lauren." She made me pinky promise that I wouldn't kill myself over the weekend and I held on to that pact until the nex