The Power of Lies

I was relentlessly bullied for the first thirteen years of my life. I went through more than enough harassment to make someone kill themselves. And when I was thirteen, struggling with severe depression that my parents knew nothing about, I wanted to kill myself. I even knew how I would do it. It wasn't a matter of "if," it was a matter of "when." The day after I told my friend that I didn't want to live anymore, my guidance counselor and school psychologist confronted me. This was over four years ago, and I still regret what happened in that room. At least I'm still here to tell the story.