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

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

It’s funny, school teaches you what to do when you’re on fire, but never what to do when you’re whole life is up in flames….

Me and my parents fight

I just wish someone would invite me somewhere

I’m afraid to tell anyone about what my real gender identity might be. I’m just not ready. And my spiritual beliefs are so different and unconventional than most people’s and there are a lot of people out there who actively pursue those who believe what I believe and it’s really frightening.

I keep thinking about the past , it’s killing me

I’m in a controlled relationship, were we both have a bad substance abuse history and still do. I don’t know anymore if its love or lust.

I sometimes worry about my best friend….. I think she might get an eating disorder.

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.

I’m worried that I’m pitied , not loved.

I’m not a very tiny person.. I feel like sometimes people might think I’m bipolar because I change my moods so quickly..I need help figuring this out!