i’m scared…i’m only 25…i have freakin cataracts already…i’m an artist…i don’t want to lose my vision…what will i do…i’ve dealt with Iritis for several years…they told me when i first went to the doctors “6 mos usually this completly subsides.” like i said. 7 years later…now i have cateracts….
no
please….
I’m a 17 year old girl. I have a beautiful home, wonderful, supporting and understanding parents. Grate, loving, and caring friends. I’m doing well at school, I’m popular, active. I have my goals set for the future.
I may not be a beauty-queen, but I’m pretty enough. I’m in normal weight, I get enough attention from the boys, and usually get whatever I set my mind to.
Can’t say I’m very talented, but I do okay. I draw/paint, sing, write poems, stories, and get credit for that.
I have no problems what so ever. I should be the happiest thing.
..but I feel like I’m dead inside. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I feel guilty for not being thankful for what I’ve got.
I try to be healthy and keep my thinking healthy. I support others, when they’re feeling low, or suicidal. I hate when people talk about death or concider suicide. I do the best I can to help people who are depressed..
But in the inside, I feel the same way.I have been feeling thisway for allmost 6 years now. For no reason at all. I just hate feeling. I’m so tired of that. I don’t want to talk to people, do anything. I would just like to stop breathing.
I have gone to the pshyciatrist, and she wrote me some pills. They don’t seem to be working. I don’t want them to work. I don’t want help.
..Or maybe I do. I don’t understand. More often I go to bed, I stay awake til 7 a.m. and then get up, and live my life. But every night I stay awake I hate living. I hate breathing, blinking, feeling happy, cold, warm, loved, hungry, full… I just hate everything. Everything that I do, even the common needs or reflexes.. I just wish I could stop them all.
Every day I scare myself, when I catch myself wishing for death. I wouldn’t want to hurt any of the wonderful people around me.. But I fear I might just break one day. And I hate myself for being so selfish, and such a typical teen.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want someone to understand. I wamt this feeling to go away, or kill me.
I would just like to freeze for a very-very-very long time.
I just needed to get that from my chest, thank you for reading, try not to judge me; I do it enough myself.
i’m scared that you’ll leave me for her again.
I have a phobia of getting fat. I even have nightmares sometimes
I’ve never seriously sang in front of anyone. I think I have a good voice and I can do good vibrato but I’m too scared of being judged. I’ve never even let my boyfriend of 3 years hear me. He wants to, I think. But, I can’t because I’m too scared. I sing by myself at home all the time and I blast music and sing so loud. No one will ever hear the talent I have, I don’t think.
I am addicted to Pain killers and i cant stop taking them i know i am killing myself and i dont want to die but i cant stop i love my kids so much that it hurts but that is still not enough to make me stop i guess you could say i am selfish and stupid i dont know how to quit !!! HELP ME PLEASE….
i am 23, almost 24. but i cannot help but feel like i have wasted my youth. people will tell me that i am still young but i don’t feel like it. i feel like i should have accomplished so much more by now, and i just haven’t.
is this feeling going to get worse as i get older? i want to die.
my mother is dying they have given her 1 year or less. i am grown adult but i feel like a scared little child, my heart breaks everyday at the thought of losing her. i know everyone will die but to be given a time frame is just harsh. i want to believe a miracle will happen but the truth is its a very rare diease and i know there are no other options for her. i can’t stop dwelling on this even though i should be enjoying the little time i have with her i can’t because i wonder what if this is the last time? i feel selfish for feeling this way because she doesn’t complain just accepts whats going to happen and goes on. if i could have one wish it would be to just be able to go to the mall with my mom like we used to do before she got so sick and just talk and walk around drooling over everything we couldn’t get. if you pray please pray for my mother. i love you mom always and forever.
How do I tell my family and friends im bisexual? Im scared of what they will think
The idea of having sex really scares me…my friends tell me how beautiful i am, but when i look in the mirror all i want is to look like someone else…
how could anyone love me or bear to look at me naked when i cant like my own face!
perhaps its because i was fostered and adopted lots of times that i cant learn to love myself….how can i when so many of my ‘parents’ couldnt bring themselves to love me?
So here I am 25 yrs old fresh out of college with “the world at my feet” so to speak. Yet as much as i realize that I am blessed to be where i am i feel like a failure and i feel more than anything alone. I feel completely overwhelmed at the thought of having to repay these student loans which i resent having because I blame my lack of a proper support system for having to take out the loans in the first place. I feel frustrated because I worry that I will never marry or have a child or buy a home. I worry that I will spend the rest of my life living paycheck to paycheck. Worst of all though is the alone feeling the feeling that if i disappeared no one would realize it. Family that is to screwed up to care, friends who are to absorbed in their own lives to call. And a boyfriend who suffers from his own traumas, I dont want to be a burden but I am tired of feeling alone and I am at a breaking point. I would never hurt myself because I realize the senselesness in that, but I just need to somehow get myself back on track before i lose it.
i think i might be pregnant.
I’m a 17 year old roman catholic.
My gran would disown me. So would my dad.
I don’t know who i have to hold my hand while i make the decisions to get myself through this.
The condom broke; a mistake, an accident that couldn’t have been averted. But i still feel dirty. And I still feel like it’s my fault.
I live in Dubai, where there are no abortion clinics or contraceptives due to them both being against Islam. Nobody knows. I feel like the only person in the world.