You’re being discharged. You don’t need help anymore, don’t need the support. Nevermind the fact that you’re drugging yourself into a stupor every other night, nevermind that you scratch and scratch until you bleed. You’re not slicing your wrists, you’re not suicidal, you’re handling your problems so much better now. You can cut yourself every now and then, it serves a purpose, just don’t let it become a habit. No, you don’t need that therapy you’ve desperately wanted your entire life, you’ve got your meds, you’ll live… Will I?