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"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

drinking and strong drug abuse, and Homeless I would be more than determined to make sure that she checks herself into a drug rehabilitation center but, If my sister decides that she doesn’t want or need my help there is nothing that I would be able to do to change her mind. The reason being is because it’s one thing to have a drug or drinking problem, but its another thing when you have a mental disorder and need to seek help. My sister would probably let me check her in and eventually (Maybe after 1-2 days) she may decide to check herself out the rehab facility.

"You can't keep holding on to stuff like this, James." Natasha sighed, slipping a delicate hand through her hair. "It's not healthy."

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

Inside the ambulance, Roy was relieved to find John’s vitals were unchanged when he rechecked them. Although he had hoped they would improve with the IV, at least they weren't getting much worse.

You know by now that I struggle with many mental health issues, including Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s so important because it coincides with the sad truth of our reality and why I’m so sorry. It was that fact that I had a choice in my actions but I didn’t bother to try. I didn’t try to control my fears, my idealization and devaluation, my poor self esteem, my impulsive, threatening and manipulating behavior, my anger and suicidal tendencies. I didn’t attempt to get better and heal. Therefore I continued to ignore your feelings, and I continued with my persistent selfish mentality of “I’d rather you get hurt, than get hurt myself.” So in a blink of an eye, our innocent relationship turned emotionally abusive.

When she passed by him minutes later, he stepped out from behind the lockers, his fingers forcefully latching onto her wrists. She yelped as she was pulled into the restroom alongside him, a hand quickly pressed to her lips, muffling her cries.

Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state.

“Hmmph! WHERE ARE THE PLUGINS THAT I WANT!?” My manager’s words resonated through my body and my eyes started to flare. My fingers nimbly typed out the words that would lead me to a comforting place. I dove into the world of coding languages where the limit’s the sky and I knew how to fly.

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

It has been a year and a half and things are going good. Mother and father have been getting along and I have even been able to teach Sandy some few tricks, such as rolling over, sitting, and staying in place. Now that it is summer time my father and mother decided to plan a one and a half month trip with me to New York to get me to visit new and different places. They say it is going to be very different but they also said that we were going to have fun while there but I wasn't very excited since I don't know New York and I have heard that it is very big and has a lot of people which makes me scared since I don't know what could happen, but I hope I can at least make a friend while in New York that can get along with me just fine, and i

she worked thru what was going on during that week and was able to come home. She was doing good for about a week and then she was back in the hospital because she was thinking about hurting herself again this was brought on by the same kids bulling her we did not know that they lived in the same apartment complex. The first time she thought about this she did not really have a plan of what she was going to do this time she had thought about what she was going to do. We had to take her very serious this time because she had a plan. She was sent back the clinic for more therapy. She was there for 2 weeks this time. She was doing really good and was able to come home again. She seemed to be doing really good she was out for about 2 weeks and then she had to go back again. This time it was a lot worse because it was because of her mom. Her mom and her had got into a heated argument over something that should have not been blown out of context. Her mom hit her burned her. She hit her mom back in self defense. So she was sent back to rehab and it came out that that was also the reason she wanted to hurt herself because her mom was being mean to her

“An addict,” he states bluntly, “the way you’ are is because we didn’t believe you. I can’t help, but think it is our fault and that is what I want to make up to you. I want to send you to rehab, then maybe, if you’re up to it, have you come back to the family,” He pauses before adding, “after your sober.” I hate to admit it but I like the idea of being sober. The heroin wasn’t work for me anymore. It made me feel good for a few hours but in the end, the memories still remained. I was doing nothing but covering the pain up with the drugs. If I continue to do that it would kill me. I know that is what Romance has been trying to tell me. He has been wanting me to man up and face my past. Easier said than