Hi, whenever i go to school, and walk through the hallways whether there are a ton of people or no one at all i feel like people can hear me breathing and then i start to feel like i cant
I just finished my first semester at a major university in New York City. I failed miserably and I know it was my fault. It was a mix of laziness, ADD and depression. I have been dealing with depression since
I am 18 and a freshman in college. Since I have been here, I have become increasingly socially isolated. The only person I talk to is my roommate, and we are not close. In the past I have attempted suicide
Uhh. I’m 13 and I I will sound crazy, but I’m serious here. You know the phrase ‘train of thought’? Well, it needs a track if it’s a train. So my whole life there were two tracks of thought, mine
Hi, my name is Almendra I am a 19 year old, I am a student, currently I am studying french, I finished high school in 2009,and I could not decided what career to follow. I was told that after leaving
Hello, I am a high school teenager and I have been seeing my girlfriend for 3 months. She is 17 years old, white, and from a modest household. I am 16 years old, Hispanic, and from a poorer household. We
I have a group of fantastic friends, and a guy who I really like and he likes me. My parents won’t let me date. They think that this guy is a horrible influence, a manipulative monster and a cruel person.
I know I may be young (16) but I am stessed out to the point that I want to run away or harm myself. I do not want to be with this boy, and actually broke up with him already.
I’m stable. I go to school and get good grades. I come from a traditional nuclear family, I know they love me, and I love them back even if they get on my nerves. However, lately I have very distressed
I am always paranoid of what people think of me, who I hang out with and if my friends said “Hi” to me or not. I do not know what to do and I even think about my future of
I’m sharing an apartment with my girlfriend and two other guys for college and we have all written, signed, and agreed to a set of rules, guidelines, and penalties, being clear that we wanted to make our time here as
About 2 months ago, my grandpa passed away. I was really close to him and it was the first death I ever had to deal with. (I’m 15). At first my mother understood my depression, she allowed me to be