My story.

Well, up until summer of ’11, everything was going alright. Yes, I was still your average 6th grader. Bullied and all. But, my parents were also dealing with divorce. Their fighting kept me up at night. Which, eventually started my cutting habits. After their papers were signed and our house was sold, everything got worse. My dad ended up being obsessed with my mom. She bought a house and he would drive past it everyday. He’d go to her work and sit in the parking lot.  He would text and call her non-stop. Well, my mom got a boyfriend which caused my dad to eventually stop trying to contact my mom, because it turned out, her boyfriend was a cop. So, later on, my dad had a girlfriend me and my brother didn’t know about. And, all of the sudden, he flew off to Vegas, brought her home to meet us, and 5 days later, they were married. That bothered me. A lot. I started cutting a lot more. I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and insomnia. Everything got worse and worse until I decided to take some pills that I knew would hurt me. I was unconscious when they found me. They took me to the hospital and I had to be observed overnight after they pumped my stomach. They sent me to counseling for “attempted suicide”. They prescribed me pills as well. You see, I understand why some people do commit suicice. Life is hard, but there are people who can help. Talk to your parents. An adult who you trust. A counseler. Anyone who can help. You are worth it. Suicide is not. You’re better than that. Stay strong. I know it’s not easy, but you can get through it.