I feel like a mess between emotional and physical pain. I am paranoid when I leave the room that people are talking about me. I constantly feel guilt for one reason or another. I don' feel like there is a therapist who can help me, who I can actually talk to- I'm very closed in but fragile. I break down freaquently, and my mum doesn't understand and trys so hard. I have sexual urges, and am confused about who I am. I've never had a relationship with anyone besides family. I don't leave my house. I've been diagnosed as severly depressed. I do feel stupid, jealous, and insicure all of the time. I'm stressed out, and believe I might have anxiety issues. I usually don't see a future, but sometimes I think about How I could be healthy, training dogs for different purposes. I have no meaning here other than to prevent more pain to my family. The words, Faith, hope, and happiness have lost their true meaning.