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I know my friend has depression and anxiety, I’ve known her since grade 3 and we’ve been close for a few years now. I’ve tried asking her if anything is wrong but she keeps answering with “nah, I’m fine” even when she’s lying straight through her teeth.
Her family is loud (compared to mine), she has a very younger brother who just plays games all day on Xbox or whatever console, her mom and dad argue sometimes when they think she’s asleep, her grandma is gonna die soon (most likely to breathing issues and how old she is) and as well argues with her mom. Also whenever we had playdates, she would always show up late. I’m not joking but every single time her mom drives somewhere, they are always, ALWAYS late to (important) things, no matter what it is. I remember in grade 5, our parents had organized a play date for us and she was supposed to come over to my house, well about 30 minutes later than the time her and much mom had planned, she arrived.
I know that are some of the things that are causing her anxiety (with never being on time due to her mom always in a rush (or her phone died)).
I don’t know what to do, I know she does counselling or therapy (or maybe both??) and hasn’t told anyone. Her mom has told my mom and she told me while leaving to go to an appointment.

I don’t want to over pressure her and constantly asking her “Hey, I know something’s wrong, you’ve been acting off lately” when in reality, she’s a pretty good liar. (Note: I’ve told her many times that she needs to stop lying most of the time since it’ll seem that she’s crying wolf sometimes and that’ll cause people to loose trust in her and not listen to her and will just brush something off is she is actually telling the truth).

Um, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk and reading this. Also, (person I’m talking about), if you’re reading this then I’m sorry but I don’t know another way to tell you without being overbearing.

New Confession

I was only 9 when my brother put his finger into my p****. I didn’t know what he was doing to I didn’t even object. After a while I just expected it every time he was on the sofa with me. Mommy was too busy so she never noticed. I came to like I tv especially when he put a different finger up into my Fanny . I learned later that he was kinda prepping his d*** to be able to get stiff and hard for mommy to s*** him or they could f*** in her bedroom. About 10 1/2 I happened by her door and saw them “wrestling “ on her bed. Loud sounds came from them as they tussled. When I turned 11 Billy was able to slide his “thingy” into my peepee. He made funny sounds and I got all wet and sticky like I peed in my pants. At first it was once. Then he started doing it 2 or three times a week. Mommy saw him doing it to me and later that night she spanned him with a belt. I watched. He was smiling after a while and squirted a bunch of white stuff from his “ thingy”. Mommy gave him 10 more whacks and then she bent down and took him into her mouth. Then a while later she slobbered a bunch of white stuff on his belly. Then they went to sleep. He didn’t want to put his “thingy” in me after that. I think they slept in her room after that. I always heard them “wrestling “ on the weekends too. Once in a while Billy would help me do my bath. Mommy always came in to watch. When my 13 th birthday rolled around I also began my periods. Mommy explained it all to me. S**, babies, womanhood, After that evening Billy learned what a b**** even a young 13 yr old “woman” can be. Touch my Fanny $10. Touch my tiny t****** $ 15. Touch my p**** $50.

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