I was bullied all my life. Resorted to drugs and self harm. And I never spoke about it. I would turn up to school on no sleep and off my face. I wasn’t myself. I then od’ed and was hospitalized. I got out of hospital and was took out of school I thought this was normal for my age and that’s why I never spoke about it. On the way to school I would go and sit somewhere when the sun was coming up and break down crying. I then made an attempt. No one knew. I started to listen to Juice, and his music helped. My mum then found some rolling papers and about 50 days or so worth of pills. She sat me down and told me I need to speak about it. I told her everything. I broke down crying to her.
I then got the help I needed and I’m now recovering
I’m 15 now and am getting better.
Speaking out helps.
