I have been meaning to make this letter for a while now, but I’ve had no idea how to express what I’m feeling in words, but I am ready now to give it a go.
I really want, need, to see someone at headspace *****. I know you keep saying that I need to give you reasons before seeing anyone, but I find it difficult to speak up about things, to explain my thoughts and feelings. So I am writing them down for you.
I stress, a lot. I understand that stressing is normal, but I stress, about everything and anything. Sometimes I am stressing and thinking so much it keeps me up at night, it disrupts my day. I’m tired all the time, and most of the time just want to be alone.
I am so self conscious, that I find it hard to go through the day without worrying about what I look like. I know, that whenever I bring this up to you you tell me not to worry, that it’s silly to worry and stress and get upset over something so simple, but those simple words don’t stop these self degrading thoughts eating away at me. Walking down the hall is even difficult, as if someone laughs around me my brain goes into overdrive thinking they were laughing at me.
I am anxious almost constantly, at school, home, out and about. I have always had my shy and nervous moments, but I feel this to be something else. I have always enjoyed acting, and talking in front of people, but, as strange as it may sound, I don’t like having people’s attention on me. My chest gets tight and my throat hurts, and I have to force the words out of my mouth. I often break down after as well, for reasons beyond me.
Some days, I feel that I could break down into tears over someone looking at me, and I often find myself on the floor of a bathroom stall in tears, because everything just becomes too much.
I am almost constantly sad, though I try not to show it. I try to hide it, and not make a big deal of it. I don’t want anyone seeing me as weak, or an attention seeker. Whenever anyone asks what’s wrong, I want to tell the truth, but I can never find the words, the right words. All I can get past my lips are the words, “I’m fine.” That’s a lie. I am not fine, I’m far from it.
Please *****, I need someone to help me through this, someone other than a school counsellor.
- Love, your daughter, ****.
The Scipture is John 16:33I want to back up a bit and quote a few verses prior to that, John 16:25-33 (NLT):"I have spoken of these matters in figures of speech, but soon I will stop speaking figuratively and will tell you plainly all about the Father. (26) Then you will ask in my name. I'm not saying I will ask the Father on your behalf, (27) for the Father himself loves you dearly because you...
I heard the voice of a monster and saw a bit of it too. Funny thing is, I’m not even scared of monsters! It looked so nice, cute, approachable, and asking me for a second chance. Second chance? This whole being isolated thing felt comforting for quite some time to the point where it feels a bit...empty. I’m feeling strange; I guess I just want a friend. Relive moments where friendship feels...