I really like this guy. He’s cute, we both like some of the same things (memes, etc), and we have great conversations over text, but I find it terribly hard to talk to him in real life. I get awfully shy, and even when I text him, I feel that I’m bothering him and that he doesn’t truly want to talk to me or even be friends. As well, one of his closest friends makes me uneasy, and I feel uncomfortable trying to talk to him with that friend around, although his other friends are quite nice. I feel like I might end up driving them apart somehow, and I’d feel awful if I did. More than anything, I wish I didn’t feel like this.

I’m tired of all my constant appointments. I have about 2 a week for my mental health, braces, school, etc. It’s been like this for the past 5 years.

I’m scared to go to school.

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 feel overwhelmingly sick and anxious whenever I’m in intimidating social situations. I started shaking and even threw up this morning just from thinking about confessing to the person I like. It feels like I’ll never be able to be honest about my feelings with people, because I’m always anxious that they’ll judge me or think less of me for it.

Sometimes i think about suicide and cutting and my boyfriend tells me to talk to him about it but when i do he just says you have a perfect life and itd be selfish if you killed yourself (i suffer from anxiety and depression) i dont know what to do

I want to tell my mom about my mental health issues but I’m too scared of what would happen next.

I’m a dude and i hung out with this guy all summer who identifies as straight right now and it started as a joke that we were dating but then it turned into almost a real relationship, well it felt real anyways and i told him i was bi but he kept up the flirting and everything else and i fell for him but now he says hes straight and i thought he really did have feelings but i was just led on and now im struggling with a lot of anxiety and depression:/

I live in such a small place and we have a small school with small people and they all have close minds and I can’t stand it. I need to get out I want to leave, I could do so much better somewhere else but I’m stuck here.

I don’t know if what my dad does is emotional abuse. He yells at me, he curses at me, he blames me for things I didn’t do, and it’s usually because he’s “stressed”. Like, man, I get stressed too but I don’t go around punching walls, breaking tvs, and making my kids cry. Then the other side of him comes out where hes cuddly and lovey and says sorry and that he’s an idiot. And then part of me forgives him and I hate it, and I hate thinking that maybe that is emotional abuse because I love him still. I don’t know.

When I see my friend interact with her family, her sister and her dad and her mom, I see a happy family that’s like her and laughs and isn’t perfect but isn’t broken. When I see that I feel so unbelievably happy, and I think “is this how a family is supposed to be? Is my family that dysfunctional and borderline emotionally abusive, that I can’t even tell what a normal family is anymore?”. I think my family is somehow a bit broken. I don’t know how to fix it.

I wanna talk about my dad and my family but what if the person I’m talking to decided it’s an unsafe enviroment? Would I get taken away? I don’t want that to happen. I love my family, we just need some work. My dad specifically.

I’m not sure what me and guidance counselor are doing is what I need. I wanna talk about my problems but she just gives me a worksheet and reads out of a book. It feels too forced. I think all she thinks that’s wrong with me is anxiety. That’s almost laughable. I have so much wrong with me, and I wanna talk about it, but I don’t know how to politely say “can you please just listen to me for a few sessions and then help?”.

It’s been only a year or two that I somehow gained conciousness. Like I’m no longer a mindless zombie going through a routine. I have thoughts and feelings and worries, and a lot of them. I don’t know what to do with them all. It seems like it’s been so long since I’ve been happy for over a week straight that it seems like it’s all I know. I don’t like change at all, so I don’t know if I want it to stop. It’s almost like it’s all I’ve ever known, how do I just be happy?

Whenever life feels good I always seem to find a new thing to fixate on. Like whether or not I should come out, or if I should tell my best friend I love her. I make myself think too much. I don’t know how to stop it.

I don’t know how to talk to people about my feelings unless I send it in a late night facebook message. I give myself time to overthink how the person will respond. I’m bad with talking about feelings face to face. I need help with that.

I don’t know how to cope, with anything. Everything seems to be moving too fast. Like my life is a movie on fast forward. I don’t like it. I thought I wanted to grow up and be independent and stuff but now I realize life is pretty hard. I don’t know if I can deal with all the changes and curve balls life throws my way. I’m only 15 but I can’t stop thinking about how much is changing.

I’m afraid I’ll never be able to be myself. I’ll never be able to come out and have people use the right pronouns and id be happy. What if that never happens? What if I’m just always too afraid to say “I’m not a girl”? Will I be unhappy forever?

This one character on a TV show called The 100 died. She was gay. The show runner told us she wasnt going to die, but then she died from a damn stray bullet. And then a bunch of other gay characters died on other shows. I realized that gay characters die all the time in television, and gay people die in real life too. Why are there so many people who hate us? I don’t understand it.

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.