I worry that my issues arent nearly as important as everyone else’s and that i’m just being selfish

I’m afraid that I’ll end up hurting myself for the first time in years now that I’m stuck in the house with my overbearing parents for who knows how long

I’m worried I’ll be like this forever

I’m worried I’ll never figure out what’s going on in my head

i feel like giving up

i miss my therapist and i am no longer able to see her as i have aged out. i have so much building up and i just need to talk to someone that won’t judge and will offer me support and help but i cant afford to get a therapist

I’m worried that no one will care about me, that I’ll fail in class, and if those two happened, I’d kill myself.

I am worried that I will keep cutting until I can’t come out of ‘shock’

I’m scared to lose everybody I care about simply because they find out I’m gay. I have one adult I confide in and I can’t help but wonder if she’s the only person I’ll always have

I am afraid that if i feel like people don’t care anymore then that i’m going to kill myself and how it will affect those people.

I am worried I’ll hurt myself

I am worried, if I stop talking they will forget about me, and abandon me. So I talk and talk, despite how annoying I get, and how mad everyone gets. Because if I stop, I worry I’ll fade to nothing.

I’m afraid that I’ll be left behind and that I’ll never not feel empty

i’m worried that my friends don’t care about me

my class will find out why I was actually in hospital

Work is stressing me out. It’s nice to have extra money but having a job makes me feel really adult, and while that’s good sometimes the idea of growing up scares me.

I worry that I will be alone forever and will never find those close true friends I always wish I had..

I’m just not myself anymore 🙁 I lost interest in everything

Before I go places I’m always anxious that I will get dizzy or overwhelmed while I’m there.

I hate my anxiety. I refuse to take my meications because they make me feel like a zombie and thats not who I wannt to be. A dra is my medicine.. it helps me do my daily activities not completly anxiety – less but I feel myself . I worry that my anxiety will never go away I strugle every morning to get up and I always wake up crying for no reason. If I have a dra im able to pull myself together, I dont like to be dependent on it but its what helps me best and I worry that ill never be able to just wake up with a smile for once and go on about my day without it. I dont ever crave for it but when im depressed or anxious I cant calm down without it and im so easy to trigger into being anxious or depressed because my mind is always so jumble with memories and I take everything to heart. Its so hard to juggle everything in my life. Eveyday is another obtscle to set me back a step