I feel I have anxiety. my mom says I can tell her if any things wrong but I’m too afraid. I feel I have to cry a lot and lately I’ve been very anxious. I’m 12

That I won’t pass my drivers test and I will upset my mom

I’m terrified of getting sick

I’m almost 14 and i’m more on the chubby side. My mom is constantly telling me that i’m going to turn into a whale and i’m starting to believe her. I’m tempted to throw up but i’m trying to love my body, she’s making that really hard though.

I feel like no one can love me.

I have been depressed for years. I haven’t went to my guidance counsellor about it because I’m afraid she won’t help or can’t find a way to help. My sister caused this, after my mom got cancer and nearly lost her life, and now I feel like my whole family, my sisters, my brother, and my parents are against me. And where as I have anxiety, I tend to not feel safe around them and I can’t sleep at night because I’m worried my boyfriend or my friends will suddenly give up and kill themselves or forget me..

I’m afraid of failing school this year and having to go to level 4

I think my sister tells lies about me to my friends

I’m praying that things like what happened in Germany and Nice don’t happen here in Canada, but they very well could if we keep taking in refugees, and if the situations in Germany and Sweden don’t tell you anything, you’re not listening. It shouldn’t cost a country its ass to help people, and they need to stop altogether.

I have really bad trust issues, so whenever a guy tells me he likes me I think he’s just trying to screw me over.

Whenever life feels good I always seem to find a new thing to fixate on. Like whether or not I should come out, or if I should tell my best friend I love her. I make myself think too much. I don’t know how to stop it.

My boyfriend doing drugs

I worry that I’m wasting my life by being antisocial and spending so much time in bed.

About my future.

That when I tell my parents that I was born in the wrong body and that I am transgendered that they will think it’s a phase. I have known since I was five that I am in the wrong body.

Not being good enough to find someone who will love me for the broken mess i am

That no one in ny family will ever accept the fact i have anxiety and stop saying its just me “being a teenager” and being antisocial

That I’ll never get to travel the world like I wish to do

Coming out

Im worried that my depression will get worse and the boy I talk to, will eventually give up on me.