Being 13 and just wanting to fit in really takes a toll on a person. I was that age when I first attempted suicide. I replayed every hurtful word that all of those bullies said to me, contemplating why I was their "target."    

Bullying is supposed to be the stereotypical boy who takes your lunch money and stuffs you into lockers, right? But that wasn't the case. My "friends" and the people I wanted to fit in with were the bullies.

Now rewind to a few months before my suicide attempt. I wasn't the most physically fit child and people let me know it. Constantly being reminded that you're different, not beautiful, not desirable and not wanted breaks you inside. That began my first form of self-harm: bulimia.

I became very disoriented and disinterested in the things I loved most. It consumed my life, and when it no longer did the trick, I moved into anorexia.