I’m scared to trust because everyone who I loved secretly didn’t love me, and they all left

I’ve been bullied basically since I started school. I just never truly realized it until around grade 4 or 5. Back then I only thought people who weren’t my friends were bullying me. But just last year (Grade 10) I realized my best friends were my biggest bullies. They put me down. Made jokes at my expense. Ditched me. Ran off on me with my stuff at the mall. So I took it upon myself to end my friendship with them. But now I have anxiety because I’m still bullied. I have no friends in my class or school as a matter of fact. I’m lucky I have stuff on at every lunch because the two days I don’t are hell. I’ve had anxiety attacks at school and at home but I don’t want to tell my parents because I think that they’ll just get mad at me for it.

That I’ll never feel like me again.

I’m the fat friend…

I feel like people are always making me feel bad, a lot of the time I’m called….. Shorty, Twig …

K I’m sorry but what the hell is the point of this worry jar? You write down your problems where nobody can hear you but random people will read your problems and that won’t solve your problems so what is the point?

I’m 16, and I feel like I don’t want to live anymore. I’m at my breaking point. I’ve been depressed, or so I think I am, for about a year and a half now and no one believes me when I tell them about it. My parents just say that I’m “over dramatic” but in reality, I know I’m not and I know that I am actually depressed just by the type of things that run through my head throughout a day. The things that I think about scare me, and I don’t like having these thoughts. I’ve self harmed and my mom found out, threatened to bring me to an institute if I didn’t stop. Although I stopped, I still have urges to cut and I don’t know how to make them stop because I’m terrified that I’m gonna give in and do serious damage one day.

My family is scared for me and I understand. But the ways my mom tries to help makes things worse. I know she will never understand but it frustrates me so much. She makes me feel belittled a patronized, like I’m a kid not to be trusted alone for 5 minutes.

Why can’t my life be over? I wish I could get a serious illness to die from, I don’t want to have a painful death. I do not want to suffer. But then I feel selfish for all the individuals fighting for their lives, and for my family, but why couldn’t they be happy for me and just say, “she’s finally where she wanted to be” Six years, six years in and out of hospitals, off and on medications. Will my life always be like this? I don’t want to cause pain to myself because I experience enough pain in my everyday life, that’s why I want it to end. Will an overdose make me suffer?

What about when I’m older and I reach a difficult point? What if I relapse into my old ways

I’m going through so much. My family has money issues and my mom constantly talks to me about my parents divorce and the money issues. I know she needs someone to talk to, but I’m only 13! I only understand some of what’s going on an its to much for me to handle. I don’t want to know about all of this

my anxiety is worse than my depression, but I’m starting to control it.

The people in my community are so fake and two faced I’m not sure if I can handle finishing grade 12 here next year

I feel like my friends aren’t actually my friends. I mean, it used to just be a few jokes at my expense, just teasing, right. And it was the same with everyone, I guess it was distributed equally. And the jokes were funny too, but now it’s not. They’re always at my expense, and they think I have this list of guys that I like, and every time I try to tell them any differant, they don’t listen. They even go and tell people that I like them. When I have no feelings for them, whatsoever. Which is really mean. I don’t even know some of them… But they can be sweet like 20% of the time too, I know 20 is a failing grade but still, I’ve known these people since I was little. Should I tell them too stop or just back away? I’m so lost… Help.

My ex-boyfriend picking up smoking again

This world is getting more beautiful to me.. Everyone is gifted! I’m just worried I’m too far gone..I feel like I’m being born again! Tomorrow will be tough and that’s another worry : (

I can’t get out of my head everything feels like a mess inside and I have no way out

I feel like I’m not good enough for anyone.

I worry that all my friends are prettier than me

Whenever I’m around a lot of other people my age, and I hear them talking, it makes me feel like I’m 20 years older than I am, maybe because my views on things and those of others are so different….. Am I the only one who wishes that people would actually do things for themselves and not wait for people to do it for them? For people to actually do something with themselves? I always feel like I’m in my own bubble, completely separate from everyone else.