Story Submission by Alex, Age 16
From when I was 12 through to about 15, I was regularly bullied in school (Both being physically beaten and teased/insulted) from year 7 through to year 10. At several points in those years I hit rock bottom with severe depression, and being suicidal to the point where I tried to commit (Unsuccessfully of course). Every day I felt more and more alone as I had almost completely stopped communication with my family.
I lived with my sister and mum, as my parents divorced when I was about 7 so dad wasn’t around much. We constantly fought up until the point where we stopped talking to each other. I started to lock myself away every day, skip school and almost devote my life to the online world because it was a place where I could throw my current self away and be someone different.
Since my parents had split, my mum had found someone new. But unfortunately we didn’t get along, as I was soon assaulted by him several times until I ran away to live with my dad.
About halfway through year 10, I took a stand in my life, left high school and attended TAFE. I made an effort to stay happy, and it worked. I finished my TAFE course, and went to work as a waiter for a few months. Then in late 2011, I decided I should return to high school. So after meetings and such, I was put in to year 11.
I was there until about July, but I left as I couldn’t enjoy my classes, and started skipping. I decided in mid-July that school just isn’t for me, and left again and began an apprenticeship as a Panel Beater, but then moved to spray-painting. I have been an apprentice for 5 months so far, and I’ve changed yet again. I recently signed my resign papers. My work in the last month and a half has basically halted and gone backwards.
I am slowly slipping back in to depression. I am stressing out 24/7 and unable to make up my mind about my life (I change my mind about things several times an hour, every hour), I struggle to remain happy through my days and I have unnecessary amounts of regrets. I am currently living with my father and we are always arguing. I am struggling to find who I am. I’m nearly 17 and I don’t really have a direction. But I’m getting through it.
Sorry that my story was long, although it is still brief. Hopefully you actually got through it.
Thanks for reading.