I would run into the bathroom every day and lock myself in a stall.
I'd begin to cry as I texted my mom, "Come to pick me up, please."
She usually wouldn't reply, so me, not having a clue that I had anxiety, would panic.
I'd text her over and over again sixty sometimes even seventy times until she replied.
Tears streamed down my face as I read her response...
"Honey, I can't come to pick you up. You have school and I'm at work. Just stick it out. I love you."
This happened almost daily for the whole entire year. And I felt trapped.
My mom went to administration because it escalated from just being bullied by this one girl to being bullied by another, and then even a teacher.
And all they said was that they'd step in if they saw it, which they never did.
I would usually skip lunch and just sit in the bathroom because I couldn't take the constant fear I had to face every day.
My life was a living hell.
I'd come home and go straight to my room or the bathroom and bawl my eyes out because that was my only safe haven.
I remember vividly that I got so frustrated I scratched my forearm raw.
The effect that one person (which ended up being multiple people by the end of the school year) made on my life was traumatizing and strengthening.
I've been through a lot for my age, in more ways than just being bullied, but I've always made it.
No matter what happens, you can make it through this rough time.
I thought there would never be a light at the end of the tunnel, but trust me there always is.
Just have hope and persevere.