Go to school, get bullied by others and self, come home, act fine, go to bed and repeat.

You've had enough. The pain you went through alone was finally getting to you. You sat in the bathtub, knife readied at your wrist. You were going to end it.

All the sounds in the room were blocked out by your heavy breathing, the thoughts of your mother came rushing in. She would hug you and tell you it was fine when you had a nightmare.

Your father, a strong man. He would pick you up whenever you fell down. He would tell you to try again, giving you hope.

Your siblings were the same. Your brothers overprotective and rowdy. Your sisters giggling fits and playing soccer.

' They would get hurt if I left', your mind wracked with thoughts. Not hearing your parents cry for you to open the door.

You continued to cry, and hiccuped every few seconds. You wanted to leave. Nothing felt right. Your body didn't feel right.

When you dropped the knife onto the bottom of the dry tub, your father finally burst in. Your mother and siblings all crying and panicking at your unresponsive state.

That day you were diagnosed with chronic depression. And over the next year you had another attempt.

When you became 13 you finally understood what you were feeling. You figured out you were Transgender.

Over the course of 5 years you changed. You became a male. You were cheated on and cheated on by many partners. All because you were different. You were bullied in school. Leading to other attempts.

Finally at the age of 17 you have became a full male and have quit all the self harm.You have a loving boyfriend and your family supports you.

You have your thoughts, but you remember that everyone has flaws, it's just some have a few more than others.

Remember the road gets better on the way. Recovery takes a while, but we're here with you.

      Love yourself.