I live in a small town where everybody knows everybody, and nothing is kept a secret and for a person with anxiety that’s one of the worse places to be. I walk around not know what to think and not knowing what others have to think about me. But I just keep walking around acting like everything is ok but really if someone was to enter my mind they would get lost in a gigantic maze of unnessisary thoughts that should never be thought of by someone my age. It has gotten so bad that some nights when I walk down the road all alone I here voices and walking behind me but when I turn around I see that nobody is there, it is just another part of the maze, so I take a deep breath and walk on and hope that, that will be the last of the maze but really its just a dead end and I’m struggling to find my way out

I feel like I’m not gonna make it as a tattoo artist

My parents are the cause of my depression and self harm. I just can’t handle it anymore. They know that I have depression and anxiety and that a lot of it stems from home but they don’t do anything different. They seem to think I’ve gotten better. They think I’ve stopped cutting. I’ve just gotten better at hiding it.

I have so many friends but I feel so alone

I’m afraid that I might never get out of this cycle. The cycle of feeling good/okay for two days and then really/moderately bad for three or four.

I’m afraid when my only friend isn’t at school and I don’t know where I’ll sit or how to act. My social anxiety goes through the roof whenever this happens

My grandmother passed away back a few months ago. She was practically another mother to me and I grew up with her. I don’t know how to deal with my emotions, or how to stop worrying so much about her. I always wonder ” Is she safe? Or ” Is she okay?” And “Is she out of her pain?” I don’t know how to deal with the situation. Everyday it gets worse and worse.

Burning my birthday cake

I’m worried that I won’t be good enough for anyone, especially him. I want to feel pretty.

My parents comparing me to friends

I’ll break down and won’t be able to get back on my feet

I messed up with the guy I like and now I think he hates me

I’m terrified I am going to be anxious like this for the rest of my life. I can’t deal with this for the rest of my life, havinf anxiety is so exhausting.

I’m afraid that I will never get better, no matter how hard I try.

Im worried that i may lose my job

I worry that one day, the guy who swore he would hurt me will actually find a way to do it.

I’m in love with someone who has a girlfriend. He gives me butterflies anyway.

That when I turn 19 and I don’t have acess to bridges or the janeway I’m just gonna relapse big time

I worry that my parents are going to move our family to a new town so my dad can get a better job and I won’t be able to make new friends because I already can’t make friends in the town I live now

I’m worried the boy I like will replace me