When I first started 5th grade I didn't know anyone because I failed and everyone
knew i failed 5th grade. Everybody thought it was funny to call me a "loser", a
"failure in life", and lots of other mean things but I didn't really care. It started
growing more and more; the name calling, the pushing.. Years passed and I was in
the 8th grade. I was some what "popular" not because I was a
mean girl or that I was the cheerleader captain, in fact, I wasn't
in sports at all. I was popular because mainly I was nice, I gave
people advice and did nice things for them. This girl thought it
would be really cool if she made my life miserable. She started
rumors about me and wrote things in the restrooms threatening
me that she was going to beat me up. Even though she never
did, she pushed me around told me things. I entered through this stage of
depression and I started cutting myself and other things that made me feel bad. I
did it to "to get rid of pain". I wanted school to finish so I can go to 9th and "start all
over ", but I was wrong. When I started 9th grade, right away it was awful. I started
cutting myself; I was in depression, anxiety and I had suicidal thoughts. There was
a point where I just didn't wanted to to my English class because that's
where everything happened. So instead I went to my friends class and I told her
that I didn't want to go but she said "Look Ruby, I cant really do much but what I
can do is be here for you we talk." I decided I would go to the counselor only if she
went with me, so we did and the problem stopped. Thanks to my friend who now
graduated and to GOD for giving me the strength I needed. Now I surrendered and
I gave Him all my problems and he set me free of depression, anxiety, suicidal
thoughts and everything else I was struggling with. Now I will wear my scars like
badges of honor.
-Ruby <3
{this story was edited due to grammar}
