I’m 17 and already hate my life, my problems seem like nothing compared to other peoples but I can’t cope with what’s happening in my life right now. I cant remember when things started turning down hill but it was sometime in high school, I found out I have dyslexia (so sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar errors) and I started to have anxiety attacks and my friends from junior school started to faze me out and bully me verbally this caused my self-esteem and grades to plummet. Thankfully I made friends that were going through some similar or worse problems than me, I tried to help them as best I could but slightly selfishly helping they helped me ignore my problems. About midway through my school career my parents separated and my dad moved out into a flat not far away, so I would stay with him for 3 days out of every week. I wasn’t upset or even effected apart from getting moved from pillar to post every week, I just didn’t and still don’t care. Sadly my anxiety was getting worse and I had no idea on how to prevent it and that combined with the verbal abuse I was getting caused my attendance to drop dramatically to the point the school were getting involved and that only made things worse. not long after my dad had left my mother started treating herself to designer gear and remodelled the house (it look horrible) and about 2 months practically moved her new boyfriend in, I get along with him, he’s nice, but my mother didn’t introduce us and acted like I was an embarrassment. By the time I finished school I hates my mother I know it sounds cruel but I did and my dad never helped just took my mother’s side in every argument I had with her, even if he didn’t agree with her. don’t get me wrong I love my dad but every time he gets a girlfriend completely ignores me, and I appreciate what my mother’s done for me but she was only ever good at the practical things like clean clothes and making sure I eat, she just isn’t maternal. I had most of the grades I needed in order to go to college on the course I wanted but maths so I had to do a functional skills course but around half way through the course I had been going to the doctors regularly and was told I had polycystic ovaries, that and the deteriorating relationship with my family caused a breakdown and I dropped out of college. I started to try and make myself better by doing what I do best, ignoring the problem wile my friends had gone of living there lives I had become reclusive. After a while my relationship with my mother had improved and things were getting better but after my return to collage I had another breakdown and dropped out again and am now seeking professional help but unfortunately my relationship with my mother has once again deteriorated and I now fear it is beyond mending and I may be kicked out of my home. That along with the fact I don’t know what to do with my life Is diving my over the edge and I don’t know what to do (all this barely scratches the suffice but I didn’t want to go on for too long looks like I failed at that. | |
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