Wearing My Issues

[Todd]

Hi Ashley, welcome to the site! Let me give you some feedback on your poem.

Most days I feel like I wear
my depression, my anxiety,
my PTSD, and my issues--you have issues in the title. I don't think you need it here. You are going from nice specific choices to something more murky and general. For the merit badge idea to work it has to be a merit badge of specifics.
like a sash of girl scout badges that I proudly sewed on
and wear with my uniform to Brownies.--Brownies, so if I'm remembering right, that would be the girl cub scout age (7ish). Not saying at all that those issues aren't happening at that age just noting that it identifies that the problems have an early start date. I do like the imagery.

This is part of a girls' club
of which I've never wanted to be a member;--Nice tweak of the imagery. Begs the question if these are particular issues to girls.
something much bigger than me,
replacing my personality,
that I just want to escape.

But I drown myself in it.
I paint it on myself--no huge criticism here but between drowning and painting, painiting feels more appropiate as a sash is something you display. Painting implies that the speaker has made themselves a sort of sign--a caution sign if you will.
and it's my identity more often than it isn't.

The girl wearing the sash wants to replace those badges,
one by one,
with things that are more worthy of a life story;--You could cut "that are"
More worthy of topics of conversation;--This is summing up a bit. I would consider cutting this as you actually talk about this later (skip, bubbles, etc). What you seem to be looking for from the examples is not so much things worthy of a life story but a recapturing of the childhood that was denied, which is good and fits with the Brownie idea above.
More entertaining than talking about my rape,
or my abuse,
or why I'm sad today.--I like how this stair steps down from most intense to least intense. The inversion makes it stronger for me.

I just want to get a badge that says I learned how to skip today.
I blew bubbles and they flew and glimmered into the wind.--This is nice image.
I played hopscotch and counted to ten while remembering to breathe
and reciting my favorite rhyme.

It's always been like this.

Always crying eyes and sad stories and wishing I was invisible;
People asking me why I'm so quiet;
My mom saying I'm just looking for attention; 
My dad hitting me when -

There I go again.

I don't want to write another sad poem.

I want to rise above it all.--Might not need this line
I want to give sad people with sad faces like me hope.

Give me a day where I believe the sun will rise
and I will enjoy the sunset without fearing the dark.

Nice read. I hope the comments helped some.

Best,

Todd