Hi. My name isn't really necessary to tell my story. I'm a freshman in high school in Philly. If this blog doesn't help me get my thoughts out then I'm going to go to therapy, so hoping this works. I don't have have great grammar and I'm not an amazing writer, so if you can for great writing your not gonna get it. I used to be bullied a lot and occasionally still am. I get panic attacks, anxiety, and I am a recovered self-harmer as a result of it. This isn't a cry for help its a part of my past i want to share. I was depressed for around 6 months and no one saw. No one knew what was wrong. Why I stopped smiling, stopped seeing my friends, stopped being my happy self. After a certain night I finally broke down and committed to finding my way back to who I used to be. And that's still where I am. Learning how to live my life how I want again. Learning to be free.