By the time school started, everyone knew. I was the talk of the school. I was the only open person in my school at the time, so it was a relatively new subject for everyone.
This year was probably the lowest year of my life. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. I feared going to school everyday. It was something new everyday, some new form of drama was started and I was always the target. People started rumors, which ended up putting a wall between me and the people closest to me. I was ALONE.
I started letting things get to me, more than I should've. I started self harming. I remember holding a knife to my arm and just wanting to end everything. I remember thinking "if I just cut a little too deep, one time, I could end everything right now". No more pain. No more sorrow. I wanted to take the easy way out.
April 8th was the day that changed everything. I finally decided to tell everyone that I wasn't bi. It was the hardest decision of my life, and I feared that it would only make things worse, but I needed to stay strong. The bullying continued, and I went deeper and deeper into depression. I never wanted to do anything. I cried every night. I could see the worry on my parents faces and I could tell they felt bad for me.
Again, my parents were at the school, all the time. Trying to get me some help. Trying to make someone do something about everything that was going on. Again, the school just brushed it off their shoulders. Like it wasn't that big of a deal. I felt so low.
Towards the end of my 7th grade year, I was just looking on the internet for people who were going through the same things I was, and I came across something. It was an article that said, "Disney Star Demi Lovato Entering Rehab After Depression and Self Harm". I instantly clicked on the link. I read her whole story, and I connected with her.
I had always watched her on Disney channel, and I would've never guessed that she was going through the same thing I was. She might not have been gay, but she was fighting the same battles I was. Then I started listening to her music, and I felt every word she sang.
Eventually, I started to become more confident.
