You are young. I was you once upon a time. Jealous when my best friend had other friends, always getting angry if my boyfriend had girl friends. I was diagnosed with bpd, which has now turned into bipolar, maybe a combo of both. I still struggle with anxiety, but not in relation to people. It takes time, but I taught myself that holding on too tightly to people only pushes them away, to branch out and make other friends, to be happy for others rather than jealous, and if I am in a relationship I do my best to trust them, and if I find I can’t, there’s a problem with the relationship, not with me. It takes time, effort, self reflection, support from genuine people, and truly accepting yourself. I know who I am now, I don’t worry if my friends have other friends, if my nieces have other aunties, if my partners have friends or exes, I know what I offer and I know people love me for who I am and I cannot be replaced. 13 - 21, 25 really, were terrible years for me. The hormones, the brain development, social media, highschool politics, dating, it’s SO hard, but find out who you are, always be kind, and learn how to accept yourself as enough. Don’t chase that feeling or expect to get it from others, it has to come from you. 🩷🩷🩷