What can I do to stay away from this puberty-related sadness?
It all started when My dad watched a scary movie with my sisters. I had a nightmare. next night, I sleep in my Sis's room. (fan on) Nightmare. (In the end of the nightmare, a familiar voice is saying 'no'. when I wake up, the echo blends into the fan, making it ten times scarier.) I get up, suddenly afraid someone is going to break in and murder, sleep with mom. next night, still afraid of break-in. mom introduces Chamomile tea. I AM STILL SCARED. IT'S LIKE THE FEAR STICKS. during the daytime, whenever I eat, I imagine mom dying. even though I hate the way she takes care of us, I really love her.Then I start crying, sniffing, And so on. THIS started when she started getting her grey hair.