I had been bullied for the last 9 years of my existence. It actually was slightly bearable until I got to college. I guess it got really bad because I was stuck living with my bullied. See I went to college having every hope to succeed. Sadly my life got turned a different route. I spent every miserable day faced with challenges with my parents as I faced day after day reeled with mental, verbal, and emotional abuse. It didnt help growing up So adding college into it made my depression and anxiety worse. Basically I became open with who I was. I came out as a lesbian and many people seemed okay with it. I didnt think it would have any affect. It actually didnt get bad till after the first month. Finally I had heard all the rumors. People started calling me a freak and a bitch. Sadly it was people that lives on my floor who did so. They insulted me and made it known I was hated. Having anxiety and dealing with my parents and my depression; it became way too much yet it had only started. The overview is basically they tore apart my friendships. I lost some of my friends and eventually I found letters posted on my door telling me to get out and leave and how nobody wanted me there. At all hours of the night I was faced with people banging on my wall's and door. They would also do it while I was in the bathroom or shower. It got bad enough that I was scared to leave my room. I hated going to the bathroom or opening the door. I lost all contact for three weeks until me and one of my friends made up. In that time my depression and anxiety reached an all time new high. I was constantly overdosing on prescription medicine and over the counter drugs. I was self harming on a constant and had even tried to take my own life multiple times. It wasn't until I tried to kill myself three times in one week and had cuts covering my sides, hips, and all up and down my arms did I finally asked for help with the bullying. I soon got moved off the floor; it was all they could do. But then again they didnt know about the suicide attempts not self harm; they only had a record of my past with depression and anxiety. Even though I got off the floor, I still saw my bullied. They still tried to make my life hell and they had succeeded as I have in and left. I left school after failing half of my classes. But even though I was convinced I was gonna kill myself; I actually found myself a little more. I got the courage to stand up to my family and I left my misery behind. I'm slightly happier than I once was and sometimes it's hard for me to believe that not even a month ago, I was stuck in school facing a constant torture from girls who made my life hell. I have gotten better since then even if it's been less than a month. But the scars from my torture still haunt me even as I talk now. You think that it would end in high school but for me it definitely didnt; it got worse. But luckily now I'm happier and I've found myself a little more. I've made a promise to myself not to reach that low again Because I don't want to face that torture ever again from anyone. They judged me and envied me. They took advantage of me. I was told by many people that I was too nice. I was the nicest person You could come across. Because of that I was bullied and called fake. I believe you should be nice but dont let someone tear you down for who you are. That was a mistake I wont let happen again. Thank you for letting me tell my story.
ADVICE: Dont let anyone take advantage of how nice you are. Its okay that not everyone likes you and it's okay to get mad and hold a grudge. Dont let others control you. because or tear you apart because you were too nice.
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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...