I was a little 7th grader in middle, that really didn't like to associate with people I didn't really talk to or alot of my friends. I started to get bullied at the beginning of the school, because I didn't act a certain way, or because I dressed weirdly. I'm not fully aware why I got bullied, but there was a reason. 

All of the bullying lead me into a deep depression, which lead to cutting, suicidal thoughts, and other things. It was really bad, but I didn't have anyone I could talk to or someone that I could relate to. Things got so bad over the next couple of weeks, that I tried to commit suicide. 

No one really ever knew what was wrong with me, but they had heard that I cut and started spreading rumors about me and eventually, teachers started to find out. I really didn't like that teachers were finding out, but in reality that probably saved my life. To think that a rumor, that could possibly be true, which was spread around to teachers saved my life sounds pretty insane, but it did.

My mom eventually found out and got me help. I didn't really like having to see someone I didn't know and express my feeling to them, but in the end it was nice to know that someone was there to actually listen to me and not judge me. 

Now, I'm a freshman in high school with a completely different life. I will always be that girl, but I will be that girl that knows how to handle the situation in a healthy way. I've somewhat overcome my fear of telling people how I feel because, I know that now they are trying to help me. Not judge me and point out my flaws. That moment in my life made me a stronger person. It's made me a more wiser person that can help comfort people and lead them out of their time of darkness or depression or whatever they might be going through. But I am stronger. I no longer let people tear me down. I am me, and if you can't accept that......then it's your loss.