This past Tuesday night I took an ovrdose. I never went out to get medical attention. I did it so the anxiety of what is happening to me would die down. It worked for me this time. I told my lawyer on Thursday morning what I did. He wanted me to tell my father but I was too scared to do that. He even offered to be on the line three way but I still said no. In the end I agreed that he could call my father. I also asked him to call me back when he was done talking to my father so I would know what exactly was told to my father. Instead of my lawyer calling back it was my father. He did not say anything about the overdose. And my lawyer will not tell me anything because he has not returned my calls. I am terrified that my father knows but is not confronting me about it. I do not know how to ask my father if he knows without telling him. This anxiety and fear is building more and more that I think I need to OD again.
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