The best of things come from the worst.

       It all started in 8th grade when I was going through a rough time and really needed someone to be there for me, well it turns out the person that I needed to be there for me also needed me to be there for them. I was only 13-14 years old and I had already been through a lot in my life and the bullying was stressing me out, and I didn’t have anyone to talk to until I found my best friend who was also in need of a best friend herself.

 

       I was getting bullied a lot and I just needed someone to listen to me but whenever I would turn to talk to someone there wouldn’t be anyone there, and I couldn’t really take anymore of the bully’s and I didn’t ever think about talking to my parents because then they would just call the school and most likely make things worse than they were already.  If you’ve ever been bullied like I was you would probably understand but if you weren’t then you wouldn’t understand.

 

       I just wanted a friend to be there, and it’s not that I wanted it’s that I needed. I mean I did have friends but I figured that what ever was happening in their lives was more important than what I was going through. I ended up turning to a not so good thing when I couldn’t find anyone, and this not so good thing was self-harm. I didn’t know at the time that it was just going to make things worse I thought that it was going to help me.

 

        Self harm lead me to pain and suffering every-time I would do it, but at the same time it would help take away the pain that I was feeling from everything that the bullies would be saying to me and or about me. I wish I would’ve spoken up before I made myself get to this point. I got called into the guidance office shortly after the word had gotten out, and she made me call my father at work to tell him what I was doing. To my surprise he wasn’t angry with me he was just upset that I didn’t speak up for myself and I held it all in to get to this point in my life. I mean if I was my dad in this case I would be upset because of the bond me and my father have.

 

           While all this was happening, after a short time I found someone who helped me and they also found me to help them, her name is remain unknown but at this time she had helped me to stop hurting myself and also let me vent to her whenever things wouldn’t be going right. At the same time she also needed a friend to listen to her and I was that person. We started communicating more often after that day and became best friends from that day 24/7 all day and all night.  When my friend had found out what was happening she was ready to jump in and tell all the bullies that they needed to stop, or she was going to care of them herself.

 

        After a long and bumpy ride I finally found a best friend who stuck by me no matter what was happening around us and we both found someone to listen to us when we really needed it the most. This story of mine shows how I helped a friend and how a friend helped me,  because of the fact that she came into my life and never left even up until today she’s still one of my best friends and continues to be there for me through everything that I go through. Even though it was a bumpy ride in the end if it wasn’t for her then I don’t know where I would be today and she probably doesn’t know where she would be either.