My bullying started around the time I was 13 years old. I was on instagram going through a famous persons pictures and I noticed in the comments a girl was getting told to kill herself so I stepped in and told the bully to stop and he was being wrong and then I started getting attacked with violent messages by this person and just over and over again getting told to kill my self because I stuck up for an innocent girl who was getting told to do something like that. The messages from this anonymous person, (it was an anon account) lasted for 2 years. I didn't understand for the longest time why I was being attacked by the person, after awhile of getting these messages I started looking into the mirror more, at my thighs, my stomach and my arms. Thinking about how fat I was and that's probably why this guy decided to have the effort to even send these messages for 2 years. It wasn't everyday I got these messages but it was around 6 times a week. The thoughts that were quickly building in my mind never left and I started throwing up to look better thinking it would make me more appealing. My parents found out five months after I started and took me to a doctor, all I heard him say was it was a bad thing for me to do but it was so hard to stop once I started and I needed pain to know I was still even living, my mom's razors started disappearing and the messages kept coming, my thighs all cut up because I couldn't do it to my wrist to afraid if my father found out. I discluded my self from family picnics anything that involved people. My parents began to worry and sent me to a therapist but I refused to tell them about the messages that kept coming and coming. I had countless nights of no sleep and slept most of the day. That was until another person sent me a nasty message, so it was two of them now. My mother soon found my cut up thighs and cried herself to sleep making me feel like a failure and a dishonor to her perfect family. I couldn't bring myself to look at her sad eyes whenever she saw me, so I barely left my room anymore. No one in my classes bothered with me anymore because I stopped talking, my teachers try and try but I was too stubborn to do anything. The messages finally ended about a year ago from now. I had two crappy years of cyber bullying and I spent another year getting over all of my depression and anxiety. I just wanted to share my story because I felt people needed to hear it and I know some will judge but this story is 100% real. My pain I felt over those years was the realest pain I know I will ever feel in my life.
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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...