I worry a lot, but I worry the most about my biological father, if it was my fault he left, if I wasn’t good enough to be apart of his life, but one person told me that it’s not my fault, he’s just not ready to be a father yet, and probably never will be. I worry that I’m not good enough for anyone. That’s why I lose a lot of friends, also because I push them away, but sometimes I can’t control my feelings towards others, I try my hardest. But all everyone does is yell, get mad at me, or ask questions that I’ve already answered to. And my mood swings, that’s the reason why I have no one left, because I can be rude, I can be sweet, I can be sad, but when I’m anything but happy, I don’t want anyone near me, and sometimes when I’m in a good mood… 5 seconds later I can be in a sad/upset mood. I can help that.

i hope, I can do better. I hope I can have a father daughter bonding time with my biological father for once. I hope my parents stop fighting. I hope we can all get through this. I hope to do better, and get the help I need

Today I am worried that my grade 6 class didn’t understand the word STIGMA with respect to mental health!

I hope that this is a great week at work!

My hope is that all Types of Bullying stops in the world 🌎

I worry that Covid won’t leave so I have to where a mask all day for the rest of my life

I hope that…. I can get help so I can stop feeling like everyone hates me and I hope I can stop getting angry and looked at as an embarrassment and always being misunderstood by friends, teachers and or family members. I hope the next time pick up those pair of scissors, the blade won’t cut through my skin, I hope I live for today and hope for tomorrow….) ;

some cool, funky art i did i guess!

Listen to music you can relate with.

i worry i’ll never be able to fall in love again

Breathe!!! Stay present and mindful.

I worry that my dad is going to move out because of his ocd. He talks about it a lot and I get how stressful that can be, but no one else goes around screaming at the top of their lungs, because the counter has some water on it. I have a lot of anxiety from this, I don’t like loud noises and I hide away a lot. But every time, he says that he’s sorry, and I hate it. I hate that he’s sorry, because he shouldn’t have to be sorry. And my mother always says that it’s not him, its his mind, and I know that, I know, I just, it’s him that controls how he handles it. There have been times when I’ve had panic attacks from hearing his anguish, and nobody knows about that, and it hurts me. I love him, so much, and it hurts so bad to see him in such pain. But for the last couple of days every time he’s had an “episode”, as I like to call them, he’s been mentioning that he wants to move out and leave. And I’m not sure I’d be able to handle that.

I’d say just take out a piece of blank paper, and you could choose how to handle it. You could, a) rip it up in to pieces, or b) you could write down your feelings or c) just scribble all over the paper. Put out your anger and sadness in front of you and see what it looks like, and you might find it’s not so bad anymore.

everbody loves music sometimes hate

i like to think about the ocean

Create art, find a hobby you love, go for walks, listen to and play music, and be open and honest with those you can trust.

I just hope that everyone can stay positive. I know it’s a tough time right now, and even people in some of the best situations are panicking. That’s okay. No matter where you come from, who your parents are, you are valid. It’s okay to be sad. But don’t let that negativity control your life.