I've had social anxiety my entire life; which turned into depression when I was about 9 years old. I've always been quieter than the other kids in my grade and I get bullied for it to this day. They're all really exroverted and I never feel calm at school. I just want to die all the time. In 6th grade, I started scratching my wrist really hard until it bled to take my focus off of the bullies. All I got out of that were scars on my right wrist. But it saved me from crying in public a few times, so in a way, it was almost worth it. I've learned to love my scars and accept myself for who I am. This past year, I found who my real friends are. I have problems like everyone else and I'm still working on trying to be happier and less anxious and sad, but I'm getting there.
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BULLIED
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...
