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..

My parents have been split for years and I used to go to his house my dad and my step mom would mentaly abuse me and now when I am around older men feel lime I am going to get hurt.

My mom found smokes I took from her, she said “I don’t want you to end up where I am” but I’ve never even had a full pack in my life.

I’m worried that I’m going to miss out on things because I get extreme anxiety about talking on the phone, to the point where I avoid answering if I don’t know them and becoming close to having a panic attack just thinking that I have to call someone, even if I know that it just going to be an automated system.

I just found out i was asexual, my chances of getting a relationship are very little 🙁

I’m sad all the time, but whenever I tell my mom, dad, or doctor they just say it’s hormones and I’m fine. I don’t know what to do.

I’m worried that my boyfriend will chose someone else despite everything he does to show he loves me

I cry so I can relief stress

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.

I’m scared I won’t be able to follow my dreams

my scars will never fade