I'm standing on the outside looking in, and it is hard. I struggled quietly because her struggles were always so much more.
Late October I watched as my dad and brother in-law carried my older sister out of the house after she attempted to end her own life.
It is still hard, I don't always understand it. But in the weeks that followed I was reminded that God is God and He doesn't change. He can handle my questions, my struggles, my pain and He is still God.

We were together for a year and a half and he hurt me. All the problems i had hit me 4 the first time. None of it bothered me til then. I was depressed and all I cud do is cry in my room everyday. My mom always said she missed me..ppl sumtimes looked at the wrists and were relieved, they never looked at my legs. But how can things get Better if I let the cuts hold me back? How can I go to the beach or chill on a hot day without being exposed. I chose to be happy. People need to know I'm strong

I was told for as long as I can remember, how bigger and manlier I was from everyone else. "fat" and "ugly" were constantly thrown at me. I have been through every kind of therapy and medicine. There has been times I've thought about ending it all. Recently something horrible happened to me, something that would break most. For some reason I grew from it. It showed me that you shouldn't put all your happiness in others. I've just started recovery, but it's all I have, and It's worth it.

When my Dad passed away 2 1/2 years ago from cancer (16 yrs old then, 18 yrs old now) I didn't understand the horrible sadness and void I was feeling. No one explained grieving and what it was or that it was normal. I heard people online who self harmed and they said it worked. I began to self harm and developed disordered eating. I still haven't told any adult EVERYTHING - esp the suicide attempts. But I have an amazing friend who helped me choose recovery finally and I'm on my way to being OK

In primary school, I was bullied by my entire class. I had no friends, not distant ones, or ones outside of school. I was physically abused (and put into hospital twice) by the boys in my class, and the girls would either have nothing to do with me, or would tear strips off of me. In the middle of gr. 8, I tried to commit suicide. Thankfully, I failed. I transferred schools, I made heaps of friends, and my life changed, quite honestly at the drop of a hat. I was blessed. I won't waste it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aqz-F7qWuAA