The first time I was bullied, I was in the 4th grade. I was harassed and nearly beaten up by a 6th grader who had been held back twice. When I was in the 6th grade, my little league coach repeatedly berated me for being a "girl" due to my lack of athletic prowess.
When I was in high school I was called "fag" not only behind my back but to my face.
I was 16 when I tried to commit suicide.
I've been there. I know what it is like to feel different and alone and frightened and hopeless. I know what it is like to be the outsider, to be talked about, shunned, ridiculed, made fun of, and physically and verbally bullied.
IT. GETS. BETTER.
Please believe that. It doesn't mean it gets easier. But it gets a hell of a lot better. Believe in yourself. Call the Trevor Project (866-488-7386). They will help.
You are you: unique, beautiful, and very much loved. Give yourself a chance - and the rest of us who have survived - the opportunity to experience you. Stick around. You'll be glad you did.
BEHR HUGS
