There are three major obstacles that I've had to overcome, two of which I'm dealing with now.
First were the effects my Moms had on me by arguing so much. The worst parts of their personalities would shine through and it made me terrified of angering people. Even on here I'm terrified of making people angry through my beliefs. Thankfully, they have stopped and are much better parents now. I just wish they didn't make me go through that.
Second was my anorexia incident. In fifth grade, a girl I liked talked about her overweight cousin. Afraid of looking like him, I stopped eating and spent every recess exercising. My ribs and stomach were always aching, but I was detirmined to be skinny. At one point I was about 15 lbs underweight. If I wasn't given therapy and help from a nutritionist, I might still be in that rut.
Last is one I'm just now getting out of. For five straight years, I have dealt with the effects of bullying. It all started when a girl shoved me into a water fountain. I got a six month long bruise on my chest and my parents took me out of the school after nothing was done. From there, I went and worked online for two years. Once I was back at a new middle school, people began making fun of me. Ugly, gross, fat, autist, idiot, creepy, stiff. I got all that and more. My self esteem plummeted and I began eating more. Twenty lbs later, I went to a high school that had a reputation for being open, accepting, and kind to all. Hoping to get an escape I went there only to find out that wasn't the case. I caught a couple making out by a restroom just a month after I joined and I reported them for indecency (looking back I should've just ignored it). Rumors quickly spread and the people involved started attacking me verbally. Eventually I had enough and tried to asphyxiate myself in front of several students. Instead of trying to stop me, they glared like I was interrupting them. The only reason I'm still here is because a teacher intervened.
10th grade was more of the same. Insults were thrown at me, I reported it, and nothing was done. This year they've begun to rely on the school's tolerance for mobile phones by taking pictures of me. They'll upload it to their Snapchats and Instagrams with captions like, "Someone please (insert inappropriate word here) me." Angered by the school's laid back attitude on the whole thing, I went up to the school and declared leaving. I had enough.
Now that I'm gone, all I have to do is get over it. The shaming, the insults, all of it. I thought it would be hard to do, but it's actually gotten better. Being away from those toxic people has cleared my head considerably. I'm happier, more accepting, and more willing to do things than I have been in years. Even though they still take pictures of me outside of school, I'm still doing much better. Reaching the point where I can get over what happened is finally drawing near. All I need to do is find my place in my new school and I'm set.