I was bullied growing up. I was teased, pushed, called names, and even received a death threat.  I was sad, hurt, and alone. I cried a lot, and I kept to myself. I had no one to talk to and didn't want to upset my parents, so I didn't tell them.  I was wrong about that. Looking back now I wished I had told someone, because they could of helped.  Now there are plenty of organizations, and trained people that can help.  Now I am a 40 years old. It still haunts me, but I have someone to talk to now, and she helps me a lot. My plea to you not to give up.  Remember God made you in his image, and his image is beautiful and caring.  There are people that care for you.