My name is Elizabeth. I am 17 years old. I have been bullied my whole life. I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not. In lower school, it was always about what I looked like, how pale I was, how my hair looked, how I hung out with only guys. I had no clue that those little things people said would still get to me now. It has tarnished the way I look at myself and has caused me to haveZERO self confidence. For seventh grade I went to a new school because my old school ended in sixth grade. It was a good year until the springtime, when I learned to be careful who you trust. I lost every single one of my friends and it was the first time I had ever stayed home from school because I just could not handle the bullying. Freshman year was perfect, no drama, no bullying, nothing. I even met my best friend. Sophomore was good until around October. I started getting involved in a lot of toxic relationships with guys who really hurt me. This kickstarted my depression. In December, I had just got out of my most toxic relationship and that was when I hit rock bottom. That night was the first night I self-harmed. I could not stop for a good month after that with the self-harming. From then on things got a little better but then spiraled out of control. I lost almost all of my friends, I was failing school, I was being bullied to my face, over blogs, texts, Facebook and twitter. Thankfully the school year ended shortly after that. Summer went by pretty fast and it was probably the best one I had so far. I went back into the school year with high hopes that everyone would be friends again and we could start over. I do not think it was possible for me to be more wrong. The bullying continued, but stronger and more powerful and by more people, and at this point I did not want to attend my school anymore. I told my counselor about the bullying and we decided it would be best for me to get away from everyone for about a week and I went to the beach. I had the best time and forgot about everything. When I came back, reality hit again and I realize my problems were still there. On October 8th, 2013 at 1:05 a.m. I was laying in my bed thinking about my first day back in a couple hours. At 1:25 a.m. I decided I did not want to live anymore, and planned my suicide. I craved the tastes of pills. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that I was exhausted. The next day I told my school counselor about my plan and she imminently referred me to Ridgeview Institute. I was an inpatient for four days and outpatient for three weeks. As bad as it was I learned some very important things that helped me create Life Worth Living.

I have now created the anti-bully and anti-suicide campaign called Life Worth Living! Check it out at www.thisismylifeworthliving.com