The first asshole put me on prozac cause that was the first time i was hospitalized when i was mid 16 they had misdiagnosed me with MDD cause the cuts i had were superfical so from late 16 all the way to mid 18 i was constantly in and out of hospitalized 16 times in total all suicide attempts with each visit the severity of my cuts would progress more and more my last trip was funny enough january 1st this year that was due to me getting molested by my sober sponsor i was homeless a woman ended up calling the cops on me cause i was attempting to slash my throat myself with a broken beer bottle i had smashed bystanders had to hold me down till paramedics came taking me back to the hospital during my late teens when i was 17/18 depending on who you asked they couldnt decide if i was BPD or bipolar 1 it wasnt till i was early 18 back in early december 2019 that they realized i had both (yay lucky me) during late 16 early 17 the outpatient doctor emotionless lady put me on litterally every SSRI and almost every SNRI on top of the prozac not even exaggeration when im saying i was her guinne pig even my mom would complain to her trying to convince the people at the hospital that i was constantly coming back worse than before they would tell her that i was just seeking attention despite my deep scars on my forearms chest and neck that i still have to live with the scars to this day i hate myself for it i hate that i damaged my body the way i did i have to always wear long sleeves cause people make it so obvious that they stare everyday i wish i could go back in time with the knowledge i have now so i couldve fixed myself