I've had anxiety basically all my life. I remember one time in primary school, the teacher told me to step outside, I wasn't in trouble, and as soon as I got out the door, I started to sob for no reason. The teacher was like, girl I'm just notifying you about homework you missed... Having anxiety has just become the usual in my everyday life, now. Everyday I wake up with butterflies in my stomach, and just thinking of what I have done to make everyone mad now. Yesterday, when I woke up, my boyfriend was sipping coffee at the counter and asked why I slept in so late, just casually, and I got teary because I thought he was angry. Just a note, he's never angry with me, so it's just me being me... And depression is another thing. I get so sad to see my siblings, who are older than me, using marijuana, even though I use it too and we're all the legal age. I get depressed for no reason, I don't know if it's a mental problem, but I beat myself up for using it. It's good for you, too. It helps with pain and sickness, and it makes me feel good. But I beat myself up, even leading to self harm.