When I was a freshmen I got bullied because of my looks, apparently I looked like Dora The Explorer. At first it was funny but people kept calling me that like it was my name and I didn't like it. I asked them to stop, but they didn't. A month passed by and more people continued to call me names. I guess words spread fast so I asked my counselors to do something about it, because I was going through a hard time. I struggled with not knowing my parents and trying to see where me and my sister had gone wrong to have our parents leave us as orphans and not even come to visit us. The counselors got involved but the name calling continued. That's when I got to a point that it was to much for me.
I was depressed and hurt so I began cutting my wrists and taking pills that I was not supposed to take. One night I couldn't breath. My mom called 911 and they came to my house late at night to see why I was having a hard time breathing. I told them I over dose and they saw the cuts on my wrists so I was taken to a Mental Institution, and diagnosed with trying to end my life. I got help and was taken care of, but through all of this I still had to tell them why I tried to end my life. I was there for weeks and I missed school. They released me eventually because they thought I was better. I went to school and my counselor pulled me out of class to check on me. The name calling kept going and people called me ugly. This made me feel like I was a mistake and I didn't have a reason to keep on living a life where I was not appreciated. Even though my family loves me and was there for me, I just couldn't see why they would love me so much when all I did was cause pain. I could see it in my mother's eyes all the pain that I kept putting on her.
I tried to take the easy way out again and tried to kill myself so many times. When I didn't know how to deal with something this was my only way out. I stopped caring about school and people didn't quit with the bulling until my junior year. Now I look at my past and thank my mom and my sister for not giving up on me. They were always there for me and made me appreciate my life. They made me see how beautiful and precious life is. For all the people that get bullied don't take the easy way out because YOU DO MATTER, you are beautiful, and never listen to the haters. Also if you are bullying someone you have to stop because you don't know what that person is going through. He/She might have a smile on his/her face but in the inside he/she is hurting and when he/she gets home he/ she cries himself/herself to sleep.