My Life

8th Grade

This year I thought was going to be better, which it wasn't. Me and Mike dated a couple of times, but mostly I dated Lizzie. She was kind to me, she helped me live a more exciting life, she helped me explore life, which I am very thankful for to this day. Me and Lizzie were on and off at this time as well. 

I got good at hiding my depression, putting an act on for everyone. I only had a small group of friends, only 5 friends, which it is smaller today. During the year I went through many phases, which helped me explore life more, but I was never comfortable with myself completely. At this time I was diagnosed with bipolar, depression, and anxiety.

This year wasn't very eventful to what I can remember, but the end of the year was the worst. This was about 3 weeks before the end of the school year. I went home with everything being okay. But when I got home I was accused of doing something I would never do because it has happened to me and it fucking hurts. I told them I was going to kill myself because they pushed me to the end, the names they were calling me killed me, they didn't either believe me or they didn't care. ( I wont name who they were because that is a personal situation)

I texted my mom that I couldn't handle it anymore and that I was going to end it. I was home alone, my mom was gone with my sister and my dad was at work. I took this time as my opportunity. I went into the bathroom and cut my wrist, than I got a bottle of pills, i don't remember what it was, and I was getting ready to take them my sister busted through  the bathroom door. She held me and we both cried together. The police were called for a reason i don't remember. I had to tell them what was going on at school with the bullying and what the people told me earlier. I don't know what happened next after i told the officer what happened.

The next day I had a doctor appointment for a check up with my medicine so my dad told my doctor what happened the day before. She told me I had to go to Epworth. That day i was put into Epworth and taken away from my family for a whole week. (I wont mention what happened during that time because it is a bunch of personal stuff)

Once I was let out it was the weekend. It was hard. I had to go back to school, everyone thought I actually did kill myself which I didn't. Things where hard at school but I got over it. I forgave the people for what happened because I am a forgiving person, I always forgive people. 

After that school year was done it was time for summer. That whole summer I cut myself. I just wanted to be alone. I wanted to never go back to school because of what happened the last 3 weeks of school. Then as the summer came to an end, I entered 9th grade, this school year.

*Authors note*

this whole story it completely true, no lies. The names in this story have been altered due to respect on them. This is my last story.