As a child I went through hell. At five years old my dad had killed himself and eight months after that I was sexually assualted on the school playground during school. Then soon after that things started to change for me and not in a good way. In fact it all went down hill from there. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and I was being bullied at school. Kids would spit on me and throw rocks at me and I was so scared that I didnt tell anyone, the teachers had never protected me before, why would they start protecting me? I bassically cowered in silence until my bipolar disorder took a turn for the worst. I would act out during class, I would even fake being sick so I could get out of going to school. It was safe at home. This went on for another four years. As I entered fifth grade I found that my mom had finally decided to find the correct medication no matter what and she did. Things were starting to get better but I was still being bullied. Then I found that I didnt care about what they said to me, I was an amazing person and I knew that........ to be continued
