Let's start at the beginning. I was in preschool being the happy go lucky little girl I was. I wasn't really used to any negativity in my life yet then this girl, (let's give her the name Lexi.) Lexi was the first bully I ever experienced. She would push me down and Tell me how ugly and fat I was. She would do this till I would run out of the classroom hide in the bathroom and cry till my mom came and picked me up. This continued till 6th grade then I just couldn't handle it and started cutting. My parents found out and I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression which I was put on medication for. I continued cutting just in secret. It got to the point where I was thinking about suicide daily. This went on till 7th grade and I met this guy. (Let give the name Alex.) Just talking to him makes me happier. He my life. I owe him my life and you may think I'm over exaggerating but I'm not. If I never met Alex I wouldn't even be alive.