So confused rn. My parents shouting at me for bad marks, but I just can't study. 
Inke hisaab se toh mein kabhi kuch nai kar paungi 

Stress

Why is it so difficult to reach out to someone? 
Like I want to share everything and have a mental breakdown in front of a trusted individual but still I choose to remain silent and put on a 'I'm fine/ok' mask. I cannot just open up to someone. 
I just want to be understood but at the same time I'm afraid that people will think I'm doing this for attention or for sympathy (Because words like depression and anxiety are simply thrown around nowadays) 
I don't want to burden or emotionally drain someone else. 

Hope this makes sense. 

Depression

I think i am making a time machine!

Self Love

Is this place depressing?

Why it's becoming hard to find people, who can share things genuinely without being biased.

Confusion

I think I can’t be helped

Yourself + parents + love + frnds + career+happy mind
All u need is this ❤ ( but many of us will not including me😂)

Other

I feel lonely and tired. Not having any friends after lockdown to talk with. I found difficult to make new friends as my mind is constantly judging people.

Lonely

Hi, I would like to talk about my childhood trauma.
I've been physically and emotionally abused by my parents my whole childhod. They use to hit me every time I did something wrong, from leaving a toy in the middle of the living room, to not having exellent grades. I never had an oppinion because that ment raising my voice and being disrespectful. I never stood up for myself or even explain myself because I was wrong and they always knew the reason to everything. They also use to tell me I was a failure, a peace of garbage and someone who will never achieve anything in my life. That made me go from a super carring and afectionate child to someone who never shows her real emotions. I tried commiting  suicide multiple times since I was desparate to escape from the violence and pain I was going through mentally and physically. I failed all my attempts and I continued living with them silenced. My dad left when they divorced and I had to deal with psycological war from both sides. I gained a lot of weight in my journey because it was the only way to cope with my demons. The psycological was hasn't stopped even today that I'm nearly 18. They don't even have the slightest idea of what I'm going through. Every day I fight my urge to speak, my urge to break into thousands of peaces and explode like a volcano. As the time passes by I realise the damage and the scars it leaves me. Every day I understand thta I'm never going to have a happy life because of my trauma. I try to speak and my mouth shuts and my eyes get filled with tears. I want to yell, I want to scream but nothing comes out except silence and pain. All I think abouts is dying. I die in my dreams, I die in my imagination daily. There is not a scenario in my head that doesn't end up with me dying. Death, death, death, DEATH! I feel numb and voiceless. So small in the world of injustice and abuse. Are they even sorry? I wonder. 

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