Help

Last year, when I was 14, life was pretty rough. My parents were fighting all the time and I got transferred to a new class where I was always the object of entertainment. Racist jokes, insults towards my smartness (or lack of), you name it and I’ve been there. Except for actual physical abuse of course. One day, I got so overwhelmed by all the pain and I didn’t know what to do so I cut myself. 49 times along my forearm. The relief was amazing. The cutting went on for that entire year. Then on the 2nd of January this year, I met this girl. And she had depression and cut herself every single day. I cant really explain it but for some season I felt that me and this girl had to stick together. Slowly, we got each other through our depression and made new friends. Me and that girl noticed a few other people that seemed to be going through the same things we had gone to so we decided to go to the school councellor and set up this sort of helpline, where students could text their problems to a number (the SIM card would be put into my old phone) and whoever was on duty would text back advice and stuff, so the kids could remain anon if they wanted to. The helpline is going great and I’m so, so glad that me and my friend could help a little bit with making people feel less ostracised or depressed. That’s my great moment. (: xx -