So, recently someone close to me helped me out a lot by telling me that I probably have Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). After looking around, I've decided that I should tell my mother about my concern. Today after school I tried to tell her more in depth... Now lets rewind.

Yesterday night I could not sleep for the life of me. I got Maybe thirty minutes of sleep. Once morning rolled around I decided I should stay home, since I felt I probably would accomplish nothing with that extent of sleep deprivation, but secretly that wasn't all that was wrong. I was scared, and I didn't even know what of. Yeah, I'm 14, and I'm only a freshman, and it's normal, but I honest to god do NOT know what I was scared of. I thought about it all day in my guilt, trying to figure it out.

So today after school, my stepdad brings it up. I don't like telling him things because he always yells, and being as stressed as I am, I don't need him adding more to it. I make the mistake of saying "You don't know the half of it, so don't even talk about it," and then he begins to pry. I start bawling out of stress and lock myself in the bathroom, and he keeps telling me to come out because he wants to talk about it. I scurry to my bedroom in fear and lock myself in, and I've been in here for an hour or so now.

I've realized that another problem of mine is identifying how I feel about things. I have a hard time interpreting what it is I'm feeling, and I need help. Hopefully my mom will let me go to a therapist or something- I'm actually starting to feel depressed about the whole thing...