At 17, l’ve led a fairly typical life, but beneath the surface lies a constant fear of rejection and disapproval. I thrive on acceptance and dread any hint of dislike. My self-worth and confidence are intricately tied to my appearance, which I scrutinize relentlessly. Battling anxiety, l often find myself lost in overthinking and nostalgia. Yet, there are days brimming with joy and euphoria, fueled by attention or a fleeting sense of allure. It seems my subconscious drive is to be deemed attractive enough. When I’m in a positive state, my charisma shines, though it’s mostly fueled by a craving for attention. The thought of being alone in a social setting, like a school lunch, fills me with dread. At times, the weight of suicidal ideation looms heavy. I’m reaching out, desperate for guidance, grasping at anything to quiet my mind. What would you suggest I take to find my way through my journey?
