When I was 14, self harm and anorexia took over my whole life. I was put in a mental hospital for about 6 months until I was finally let go. Let me just say the mental hospital was the highlight of my life. Not because they had fixed me (which they hadn't) but because I was away from my horrible parents. I had never seen my dad sober in my life. Everyday he would be sitting on the couch sticking needles in his arms and doing drugs. Whereas my mom would never be home, she would be out clubbing all night and going back to other guys houses to have sex with them.
I had been to school for about 1 year of my life. The other days I was either at home "sick", I had ran away or I was in hospital.
In the year of 2015 school had started back up again and I decided this would be my year to work my butt off and try to focus on what I wanted to do in life, be a famous musician.
On my first day of school I was definitely the bullies easy target.
1. Because I was so so skinny
2. Because of the cuts and bruises I had caused myself
3. Because I was the new kid
The whole first day I had my fingers crossed. I didn't want anything bad to happen to me because then I would go home and do even worse things to myself. Luckily my first day was bully free. It wasn't until my 3rd day back that a large boy approached me and started to cause a fight for nothing. He hit me to the ground and swore at me until I burst into tears. I lay there for the rest of lunch crying and wishing that everything could be normal like yesterday.
Unfortunately everyday that same boy would come up to me and start to cause a fight. One day he found my number and started texting me messages saying he was going to kill me if I didn't give him any food. The problem was I'm anorexic so I don't eat and my parents are too poor to buy food. So I guess I was going to be killed.
The next day I told myself I had to go to school because I wanted to follow my dreams. But that stupid boy got in the way of everything. He pushed me down yet again but this time stomped on me with the rugby boots he was wearing. The sad thing was I still had no friends and not even the teachers cared if they saw me getting beaten up.
After every school day I would go home and self harm. Everyday I would cut deeper and deeper until it wouldn't stop bleeding for hours.
To this day the bullying still continues and my parents are still the same old people they used to be. I still struggle with self harm and I have nobody to help me get through it. It'd be lovely if you guys could comment something to make me feel better :)
QUESTION: could you guys please give me some advice or anything? I really want to talk to some of you because I have no one else to help me get through this.
ADVICE: id just like to let you know that as they say after every storm comes a rainbow and I know that my storm is not over yet I just have to be patient and wait because not every storm lasts the same amount of time. I hope that makes sense and I hope you guys stay safe and if you need any help I'm always here for you xx
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Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
