My son was recently admitted to a mental health ward due to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as a result of being the victim of bullying. It opened my eyes to just how widespread bullying is. I want to encourage others to stand up for these silently suffering souls. We're all connected.

Coming soon, my book "Confessions of a Bullied Girl." Follow me on Twitter @JeaniBrent

Recently I joined the website known as "ask.fm", which allows people to go onto your profile and either anonymously or un anoymously ask you questions. I started receiving disgusting remarks such as "kill yourself", "You're such a bitch, you ruin my whole day just at the site of you", and things like "NObody likes you, you good for nothing, pathetic excuse for a girl". And it hurt me a lot inside. I became really sad and i started having thoughts of hurting myself. But I knew if i did any of that I would hurt those around me a lot worse. So I tried to communicate back to all the bullies. saying things like if they had a problem to just talk to me about it and we could work something out, but they never wanted that. They just wanted to make my life miserable. I cried my self to sleep every night for 4 nights and it was hard to deal with alone. I finally made the smart decision and just deactivated my account. I told my parents about it, who were very supportive, but I now know what it's like to be bullied and it is really hard. I think the most important thing to remember is to stay positive and remember that you are loved and anything anyone tells you that is negative is absolutely not true, no matter how much you think it is. MY advice is to tell someone and stay positive! That's my story.

I didn't really know what else to call this so wishes it is! Bullying isn't something i've had to deal with for a few years but the years I was bullied left a deep impression on me. I've always been more heavy set because of a birth defect. I had clubbed feet meaning my feet were twisted the wrong way. This left me with weak ankles meaning if I walk or stand for long periods of time (even just a normal school day) I get bad pain in my ankles. Making exercise something very difficult. Also I tend to be an emotional eater. So as a heavy set kid I was made fun of a lot. I also had add which made me even more "different." To top it all off I have pretty bad social anxiety. I never made any lasting friendships. To this day I only have one true friend. The rest make me feel like the annoying fat girl of the group. This is story is probably horribly written...So why wishes? Well I wish I had stood up for myself. I wish I was able to make more friends. I wish I didn't let others opinions bother me so much. Hopefully this up coming school year will be a new year for me.

I am a female. Bi. Currently 17 and suffers from severe depression. My family doesn't know a crap about that. I cry myself to sleep. And have nightmares. The sad thing is I wish I lived in my nightmares because it seems better than my reality. I'm a cutter for years. Its sad how no one at my house is to blind to see that i am not normal. I've been treated like I'm nothing but a waste in this world. i cant do anything right in this world. I'm one piece of crap in my family. i starve myself and cut my skin open to be happy with myself because neither at school or home i feel safe and secured because in both place I get bullied everyday by cruel people. I am still alive because my boyfriend helps me stay alive. Can he do much? NO but he has been here every time i try to kill myself because the world makes me feel like i am nothing but a piece of crap that is wasting air in this planet. I want to have a future. That is just a dream i have when I'm asleep because when i wake up in reality i feel like I;m already in hell, just the fire missing... No the fire is here just invisible and its burning my heart and I am slowly drowning in my own dark world. I have been called ugly, fake, stupid, retarded, too skinny, go back where I come from ( not American) , the N word ( because I am black), psycho, I've been laughed at , get bully for my accent, too stupid to have a future. I have been mentally abused in every way and little does my mom knows I always wanted to leave her and go to the other side because it seems that living is not an option for me. Therapist doesn't help. Tried to be honest with mom but instead got judged for my thoughts. Words Hurt more than people think. I get bullied by my own brother everyday and it hurts that sometimes I picture myself just jumping off a bridge. I dream about it and fantasize it. Words takes me down so low that I don't see myself in the future. Days are going by and still wondering when I will finally be gone.

Come read my blog post about my 10 years of bullying.

When I was thirteen years old, a girl had pushed my face into the wall to flatten my nose because it was too big.

Everyone knew me. I was considered "popular", but that never stopped the bullying. I was bullied from 3rd up to 8th grade for being, "fat" and "different". Being called "Hippo" because I wasn't as skinny as other girls and some of my teeth were smaller than others. I hated myself. I swam, so I had a different body type than most girls. I was bigger, had more muscle mass than a cheerleader or a volleyball player. But did anyone take that into consideration? Absolutely not. People yelled at me from across the cafeteria saying how i shouldn't be eating, I should go "puke out the fat" in me. I was never a victim of physical abuse, only verbal. All of the yelling got to me, and I did it. I stopped eating as much, lost a lot of weight, and it got to the point where I was miserable. Some of my closer friends noticed, and got me help. The help only got me so far. There were still the people making fun of me because I was in band, that I hung out with the "nerds", that I loved singing and acting, and that I wasn't in a "real sport". It got to the point where I started to self harm, and at multiple times considered ending my life. I realized how horrible people can be, especially to a lot of my band members. No one got to know us how we knew each other, we loved each other. That's how I got through it all. Once I experienced living overseas and people accepted you for who you are, I realized that although your different, it doesn't mean you're a bad person. No one deserves the comments or the put downs. I, for one, am happy that I can say, I defeated the bullies. I'm in college now, happy that I'm still here. I do feel bad for kids in elementary to high school because kids are mean. If there's anything I learned, I'd have to say, when you see it, stop it. Nobody is perfect, and normal is overrated. Stand up for that person. Be the one to stop bullying. It only takes one.

When i was younger from ages 6-9 I was big for my age height wise, that didnt make it easier it just made older kids target me more. It got to the point where i was constanly bulied by girls and some boys that were way older than me some of them just starting high school. They would phyisicaly and mentaly abuse me all of the time.Most of the time it was in groups of at leat 10 kids and all eyes were on me. This happened for a very long time until one day i was done being pushed around. One girl my age, about 8 had a friend who was in 8th grade, she told the girl that i was the one who kept bothering her and it was all me. That day those two girls got me and the oldest one pushed me up against a wall and grabbed me by my face and stared saying horrible things to me. So i realized she couldnt do this to me if i didnt let her. I fought back, for the first time. After it was over everyone told me i won i didnt feel like i won i felt like it was finally over,and it was.It didnt make me feel good to hurt someone. I didnt uderstand how they could do that to me every day,but it felt real good to know that i could stop it and prevent it from happening.

I see you in my class. I see the sadness in your eyes. I see what they do to you, and i, i just watch.I watch while they torture you. I watch while they call you names, laugh at you,make jokes about who you "chose" to be. I sit and watch, and i do nothing. How long has it been? when was the last time you remember being happy? when was the last time you were able to smile, really smile,the smile of innocence, before they took that away from you. I see someone like you everyday, a student who i choose not to help for whatever reason. A student i condemn to a life of abuse by these bullies. I choose to send you to the wolves without any hope of an end. I,the teacher send you to 4 years of hell because for whatever reason i deem you not worth fighting for. I've lost count of how many times i've seen someone like you... This is what i feel the teachers at my old school think... because i knew so few that ever stood up for me. 4 years of hell, thank god i had friends to help me through the struggle.