Not knowing who I am and being too easily influenced and pressured. I have no limits as to what to do because I don’t care about anything so I don’t care about what I do.

That I won’t get a job this year and won’t be able to go to grad because I can’t afford it.

I worry I might be getting depressed? But I am not sure? Nothing is fun anymore, I don’t look forward to things, it’s been going on for a few weeks now. I’m I?

I worry about talking to people because I’m really shy, I self harm and I have extreme depression.

My best friend always hangs out with other people and not me anymore…. -.-

That I will never be good enough for anyone and while my friends move on in life I will be stuck here with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts

One day I’ll fail a test

My teachers already don’t look at me like I’m smart. I worry that if I don’t get perfect grades on all my exams they’ll think I’m just a kid who studies too much. I feel like I constantly have to prove myself to everyone around me.

I currently have zero friends and worry that I’ll never make any.

I can’t go swimming with my friends or family becouse there are to many scars on my legs

Just when I start to feel better, the sadness comes back.

Missing school because of anxiety

I worry about my boyfriend, and if he will ever be happy again.

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.

This is less so a worry and more of a hope for the future. To anyone who is struggling i want you to know that you are beautiful , amazing, strong people and you will overcome these difficulties! I myself struggle with anxiety and depression and i know what it feels like to feel i have no purpose, but everyday i remind myself of the great things i have accomplished and the great things i will accomplish in the future. I am NOT a waste of space and i will continue to strive and to find new ways for myself and my peers to feel more comfortable in their own skin. Everyone deserves to be happy, everyone deserves friends, and everyone deserves a support system. You all can and will accomplish amazing things!! You are amazing!! Dont forget that 🙂

That I’ll be a “loner” forever.

I worry that my boyfriend will move on to another girl

Ive been very upset and Depressed when i got bullied

Basically my life consists of this big mystery illness. Constantly nauseous and vomiting, but no other signs of any kind of sickness. Some doctors wanna tell me it’s my anxiety and panic attacks, but some other doctors (like my psychiatrist) are completely against that idea, and are positive that is not it. I used to make myself puke to get rid of water weight, which was fine because I was in control, but not it’s completely out of my hands. In hospital every other day, ambulances, being admitted Abe never leaving with an answer to this mystery that has ruined my life so profoundly, but has also helped in a way. Last time I weighed myself is when I got admitted this week, it’s been several days since I’ve got to check again. I’m anxious. I don’t wanna eat and vomit, I don’t wanna eat and blow up and get even fatter because I haven’t been able to eat in so long while in hospital. My weight on the hospital scale was 61kg, that’s scares me. I want to get better but I don’t want to get fat, my mind and body are telling me two different things. When I’m extremely sick I find myself miserable, sometimes I’ll even pray to make it stop, I’m not religious but it gives me hope. But then when I feel better, I just find myself trying to find ways to keep loosing weight, nothing works as effectively as the puking so sometimes I even find myself wishing to get sick again. I know that sounds selfish and it’s not the hospital attention I want, I just wanna be thin. And beautiful. I just want skinny. Light as a feather, skinny as a rail. I want to BE skin and bones. And it’s tearing my life apart..