Today was awful, and I want to explain what happened because you all always understand me.

My mom moved the hiding spot where I keep my art so she could put my mattress back. She didn’t put the hiding spot back afterward, and because of that, her dog got into the area and destroyed one of my pieces.

I texted her about it because I was upset and trying to be clear about what happened. I said: “My artwork was destroyed today because YOUR dog was left out while I wasn’t home. I’m mad because these were pieces I’ve kept safe for years. I need my belongings to be protected, and your dog needs to be supervised so this doesn’t happen again to anyone else. Only ONE art piece survived your stupid dog!” I wasn’t yelling. I wasn’t being dramatic. I was telling her exactly why I was upset, but instead of listening, I got blamed for it. They said it was my fault for not hanging my art in my room, even though the only reason it was vulnerable was because she moved the hiding spot.

My mom yelled at me even though I stayed calm, and she told me I’m “welcome to move out when I turn 18.” That hurt more than anything.

The whole situation overwhelmed me really badly. I cried multiple times today, which almost never happens, and my body reacted in ways that scared me because I was so stressed and hurt. I’m exhausted, shaky, and not doing well emotionally.

I might be quiet for a bit while I recover from the fact that I had self harmed, but I wanted to tell you all what happened because you’re my safe place and you always understand. I hit myself, almost dislocated my left wrist and both my knees, scratched myself which is my body showing that it's overwhelmed, bit myself, almost stabbed my head with my scissors, and more.