It started in forth grade when I got really sick and was in the hospital for 2 weeks. I lost over half of my hair and I had huge bald spots on my head. After 3 weeks of being gone (I took another week off to rest) I returned and I could feel that people were looking at me like I was a train wreak which I actually was my face lost it's tan to a ghostly white and I barely had any hair. I didn't really look at people but they stared at me when I walked any where. As weeks passed I started to get bullied... ALOT. Everyday messages on my Facebook calling me a whore,bitch,slut,ugly,fat etc... I always almost got hit by a car everyday because I had to run from them and then one afternoon at dinner my dad announced that we're moving and I was so excited to get away from all of this. The bullying continued and I started to get depression,anorexia, and I started to self-harm. I wore sweatshirts or put foundation on my cuts (legs shown on cover) I let it out on myself I cried myself to sleep I never talked to anyone about it and I never planned to the last day came by so fast and it was the unforgettable
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The Silent One(my battle through depression,suicide,and self-harm)
Non-FictionMy journey though trying to recover