I am 15 and I am in the 9th grade. My story begins in the 5th grade, when kids started bullying me. They would call me inhaler girl, fat, and ugly. I was diagnosed with asthma. Then came sixth grade. Things got worse. I was constantly yelled at, both at school and at home. I was still made fun of. The names got worse. And I was even pushed in the halls and in the lunch lines.
By the time I got to seventh grade, things were horrible. I was thinking about cutting, running away, and even suicide. But I never told anyone. I cut myself for the first time in seventh grade after a girl spread a rumor that I slept with every guy I saw. I had never slept with anyone.
Then came eighth grade. I had moved over the summer. It was a new school, a fresh new start. I guess I was wrong. I was called names, people said that I used others, and I was even mocked while walking in the hallways. I would cut constantly. And I even tried to take my own life. But I didn’t have to go to the E.R. because no one found out and it was only a cut.
Now I am in ninth grade. The beginning was really hard. I was bullied constantly. I was cutting. I was thinking about suicide. I was just a mess. Then I started having horrible panic attacks. And was diagnosed with anxiety. So now I am on medication for that.
To anyone who is going through this, you’re not alone. And you never will be.