She's on the phone...

Taking to the suicide prevention hot line after cutting her arm.  I am finding no comfort in anything.  I am so angry at the hospital for letting her out, particularly the social worker that really seemed to no care a bit about her.  She told me earlier that she hates our family and that she would rather live in a group home.  She would rather be anywhere but here.  The whole time she was in the hospital and the last week before she left the treatment center she had cried and begged to come home.  I am so tired of the illness that affects her... us all.