I grew up in a religious family and I've been surrounded by Christians the majority of my life so far. I went to church with my parents, I answered all the Sunday school questions and always tried to be good as much as possible. But looking back at it I was living off of my parents' faith, I wasn't truly a Christian and personally back then I didn't even know what being a Christian really meant.
Outside of my church and home life was trouble for me, I went to a public school in primary where I was deemed as an outcast and got bullied every day. I hated all of them every single person that hurt me and the very few friends I had. I wanted them to leave to disappear from my life and stop making it a living hell. But about six years ago when I had returned from a youth camp I felt different, it's hard to explain but I found God, during that camp God took away my hatred towards others. I forgave them even though the bullying didn't stop at all but jesus changed my life and my attitude towards them.
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Non-FictionMy story, the truth and pain I'll always carry but now with the support of people I care for. To all those suffering from bullying, depression, suicidal thoughts and Anxiety please know that you are never alone R.I.P Cassidy, you will be remembered...
