When i was in fourth grade, I got transferred to a Catholic school, and I didnt fit in. I made up a pity story of being adopted, and when people found out they called me a freak every single day, and the only time i escaped that hell hole was the day i graduated. I wrote a suicide note in the 8th grade and left it in my school gym and i overdosed. When it failed, People referred to me as an emo idiot. The beginning of freshman year, i was unbelievably depressed and I was failing every single class except for art. Art was the only place where i could express myself. i barely passed freshman year. Then the beginning of Sophomore year, was the worst. I was selfharming in my bathroom everyday and it came to a point where i did not want to get up anymore. I came out as Bi-Sexual to my friends and instead of being supportive they told the entire school. People referred to me as a faggot every single day. That was why i couldnt keep a girlfriend for more than a week. She'd feel so pressured that she would not even let me hug her. Then one night in early october i tried hanging myself. My ex friend called an ambulance and i got hospitalized for severe depression and selfharm. There i met so many people who were like me, who got bullied, abused, raped,etc. I became friends with everyone and even though i felt like absolute poop every single day, i knew i was closer to recovery. When i got released I knew it was my responsibility to take action and stand up. I became an honor student again and i began helping people who were depressed on an app called TalkLife , its available on apple and android. I am now a Junior and even though im still struggling, i have reasons to live, and so should everyone else.