Hello, Im Tasha Thomas. I’m 14 and a freshman in high school. One day I was walking to my locker and two girls (classmates) stopped and stared and laughed at me. I couldn’t think of what they were laughing about. They continued doing that the rest of the day. I used one of my coping skills and just ignored all of it. A week later I got a text from a random number. It said the word “cuts.†I ignored it and went to school and not just the two girls but all the girls just stared at me. I couldn’t help but walk away and hope they don’t follow me. When I got to my first class the boys where acting like they were cutting their wrist with there finger. I put my head down and sat at my desk alone. One kid passed me a note and on that note it said “cuts.†Everyday at lunch I sat alone… I felt as everyone known about me and my cutting problem. For 3 weeks straight it kept going. Everyone wouldn’t talk to me. Kids called me “Emo†“Goth†“Cuts  I got on this site called the “The Suicide Project†I posted my story there and got lots of comments. Then a boy saw my computer and told everyone in the class. I felt sad and just wanted to burst out crying…
(Tuesday October 16, 2012) I almost committed suicide in the girls school bathroom stall… I was going to hang myself and leave a suicide note… I felt alone and tired of living life… Nothing was going right… Nothing was helping me… Nobody was there for me…
I got the thought of “What would this accomplish?†“Why am I feeling like this?†“People out there care about me.â€
After school I went home and my grandma took me to my counseling cession. I then told my counselor that I tried to hang myself in the school bathroom. My counselor did the right thing and called the police and they came over and talked to me. Then suggested I got to Richard Young Hospital. That night my parents took me there.. I started to feel better and I talked to people there who were there to help.
This wasn’t the only time I tried to commit suicide… I failed 34 times… All cause of people hurting me with their words and actions. I was sent to Richard Young Hospital twice. To actually think I almost committed that. I am very lucky I didn’t.
This is my story and I hope you got something from it. 🙂 I’m very happy where I’m at now. Please no harsh comments…. 🙂
1 comment
If you act antisocial, why does it surprise you that community, doesn’t like you ?
“The nail that sticks out, gets hammered down” Heard of it ?
“I failed 34 times…”
Frell me sideways… But at least you got points for persistence.
“All cause of people hurting me with their words and actions.”
If you can’t manage now, I think you really should:
– try to work it out (teenage years are hard, but you’re not the first, nor the last teenager),
– commit suicide, but this time the right way.
Why suicide ? Because later, adult life is even harder – people hurt you in your job, in your family, and in between, you worry yourself sick for your kids, and significant other, about mortgage on your house, the bills, etc., etc.
So if you can’t manage it now, I think it’s better to kill yourself now, than 8 years into marriage with two kids. There’s enough suffering in the world, so you don’t need to hurt 3 more people.
And a question for all those people who cut themselves: what do you get from it (beside scars, stigma if found out) ?
P.S.
I wonder is this comment will “vanish” too.