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.
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