I don’t reach out and talk to my friends when I’m upset because it always seems like they have their own problems, so I help them instead of getting myself help and I worry that one day when I really really need help, I won’t reach out to get it.
I’m afraid the boy I like will turn me down do I tell him I like him or do I keep it to myself. I cant get over him He is all I think about…
I’m worried for my family’s well being as I already suffer from OCD social anxiety disorder an eating disorder and depression.
I worry that my issues arent nearly as important as everyone else’s and that i’m just being selfish
I’m afraid that I’ll end up hurting myself for the first time in years now that I’m stuck in the house with my overbearing parents for who knows how long
I’m worried I’ll be like this forever
I’m worried I’ll never figure out what’s going on in my head
i feel like giving up
i miss my therapist and i am no longer able to see her as i have aged out. i have so much building up and i just need to talk to someone that won’t judge and will offer me support and help but i cant afford to get a therapist
I’m worried that no one will care about me, that I’ll fail in class, and if those two happened, I’d kill myself.
I am worried that I will keep cutting until I can’t come out of ‘shock’
I’m scared to lose everybody I care about simply because they find out I’m gay. I have one adult I confide in and I can’t help but wonder if she’s the only person I’ll always have
I am afraid that if i feel like people don’t care anymore then that i’m going to kill myself and how it will affect those people.
I am worried I’ll hurt myself
I am worried, if I stop talking they will forget about me, and abandon me. So I talk and talk, despite how annoying I get, and how mad everyone gets. Because if I stop, I worry I’ll fade to nothing.
I’m afraid that I’ll be left behind and that I’ll never not feel empty
i’m worried that my friends don’t care about me
Not communicating with my daughter about her lack of affection-she doesn’t’ like my hugs anymore. I worry she will be “cold” when she is an adult.
I worry that I will end up with a man when really I am know I am a lesbian.
That I could’ve prevented my best friend’s suicide