Bullying & What It Did to Me

Bullying & What It Did to Me

Okay, this one’s not easy to talk about, but I think it’s important. When I was 12, I was bullied by someone I thought was my best friend. I know it sounds like one of those "kid things," but let me tell you—it still hurts. And I’m here to share my story because I want you all to understand a little more about me, why I am the way I am, and how words can impact someone’s life in ways you might not even realize.

So, me and this girl—we were best friends for years. I loved hanging out with her, and we were really close. But as time went on, I started making other friends, and she didn’t take that too well. I get it—kids sometimes feel possessive, but it wasn’t like I was abandoning her. I just wanted to expand my circle, meet new people, you know? But she got mad at me, and suddenly, out of nowhere, she started saying I had changed and that I was being someone I wasn’t. All I wanted was to make new friends. But to her, it was like I was betraying our friendship.

The problem? It didn’t stop there. She started telling everyone things about me that weren’t true. And since we were all kids, no one bothered to ask for my side of the story. They just believed whatever she said. And that’s when it started—being left out. The people I thought were my friends? They stopped talking to me, stopped acknowledging me. It hurt. A lot.

For almost an entire year, I was alone. At school, I’d walk around knowing people were whispering, pointing, laughing. I started sinking into a deep depression. I stopped eating. I fainted a few times. I felt weak in every way, physically and mentally. I was not okay.

My parents could see it too. I wasn’t the happy, dancing, vibrant kid anymore. I was sleeping all day, crying every night, refusing to eat, even throwing up. It was like my life was falling apart, and I couldn’t do anything to fix it.

What hurts the most? I lost two whole years of my life like that—two years. It’s like I just let those days slip away, stuck in a place where I felt worthless, abandoned, and misunderstood. No one deserves that. No one.

I know I’m not explaining this as well as I’d like, but I want to get something across: Words hurt. They stick with you. They make you feel like you’re worth less, like you’re not good enough. Being talked about behind your back, being excluded—it’s not okay. It makes you question everything about yourself, and for some people, it can feel like it ruins their entire life.

Please, don’t be like that. Don’t talk about people behind their backs. Don’t spread fake things. Don’t treat anyone differently because of some rumor or insecurity. We’re all human. We all have our own struggles. Why make someone else’s life harder just to make ourselves feel better? There’s no peace in tearing someone else down. There’s no real victory in destroying another person’s life.

If you’re reading this and you’ve been through bullying, if you feel left out or like no one sees you, just know this: it’s okay. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to complain. It’s okay to talk about it. I know it feels like you’re alone, but trust me, it gets better. Don’t waste your energy worrying about those toxic people. Don’t let them take away your time, your joy, or your confidence. You matter. You’re enough. And you’re not what they say about you. You are so much more.

Stay strong, and remember, kindness is everything. Spread it, because you never know what someone else is going through. You’re not alone. 💖