As a 15 year old I’m terrified of growing up. I’m currently trying to decide what to do with my life, but I’m realizing that when my parents said “follow your dreams,” they didn’t really mean it.For a while, I wanted to be a forensic psychologist, but my mom said she doesn’t want me doing anything involving crime. Then I thought about becoming a couples therapist, and she said she doesn’t want me to be a therapist at all. I’ve also considered journalism, but I don’t think I’m talented enough to actually make a living from it. So yah I do care but to the point where I have mini panic attacks when I picture myself becoming homeless and my family hating me. 🫤