Hello, I'm Nikita. I lived in Queensland, Australia when my bullying started. It started in year eight when I was 13 years old. After breaking up with a guy I had been with for a very long time, I started getting bullied because ei had "broken his heart." I was called many different names and my friends turned against me.I started getting involved with the wrong people, i became addicted to drugs and drinking. I dated the wrong guys, I met the wrong people. I skipped school to avoid getting bullied. When I did go to school, my 'friends' would all say I was a looser and I had nothing to live for anymore. I lost all my self conference and I became very depressed. I soon managed to get another boyfriend a couple months later, I got hated apon because it was the wrong thing to do when I had broken someone else heart. I would get pushed against walls, punched, kicked, verbally abused. I was harrased on social media. I lost hope. I became a " self harmer" or how they would put it. I became an "attention seeker". One day I had enough, I stayed home from school and I was in bed on Facebook. I got these message from these girls from my school, saying I was nothing and should end myself. That if I ever came back to school, they would kill me with they're bear hands. I was called names over and over. So, I Gave up, I wrote a letter and posted it on facebook, and found some pills. But just before I could take them my mother came home and found me sitting on my bed crying and said that my grandad mother had called. When my farther got home from work, when went in to my school. My parents spoke to every teacher they could. My school did nothing. As I was walking to my car from the office a group of people came up to me and started pushing me around, I lost it. U went off and tarting hitting this girl, a year 10 and 11 had to pull me away. After I got home my grandmother booked me tickets to go to New Zealand for a while. I didn't have a return ticket. I left the next day. I was there for a month, when I got home I still refused to go near the school I went to, my mother changed my school. I still got bullied, but for no reason, you see I was always told t be myself,but thats the thing that people didn't like. I was strong g enough to be who I am so they put me down and it worked. I started changing who I was. But nothing helped. I was still bullied. I later on got a 16 year old boyfriend, he was a nice respectful guy and both my parents liked him. But then my parents decided that it wasn't working it between them and that they were breaking up, this time me by suprisr and I was destroyed. But my boyfriend was there for me the whole time, my parents were letting him stay the nights to make sure I was okay and that I didn't try anything. He was with me 24\7. His parents loved me, they said I was getting him out of his bad habits. You see he smoked and did drugs. Drunk a lot as well. I was bbringing him away from that and getting him back into school, he thought I was only doing it so he could have more time with me, but really I was doing it so he could look after me in school. After my dad had moved out of our house, my mother decide she was going to movie to new Zealand and my dad was going to stay in Australia. It was my choice what I did. I picked to stay with my dad and my mum was very angry. The choice was taken from me and I was moving with my mum. My parents and I were fighting every night and my boyfriend was there, he would pick me up and take me away. Literally. After a few weeks I was leaving. My boyfriend and I broke up and I was gone, I was in new zrealand , new house, new room, new school, new life. I now live in Auckland New Zealand. I'm in my top class for the grade. And I'm getting straight A's. I still have no friends, I still get bullied. I still have depression. And I want to move back to Australia. Suicide is never the answer no matter what happens. Takes stand. Stand up. Be who you wanna be! Not who anyone else wants you to be. Bulling isn't right,so stop it. Help yourself, before you help others because if ythey see you are not strong enough, they will think they aren't either. I'm here for anyone. I may only be 14 years old. But I know what things are like. I see how they effect people. I am strong. And so are you!
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