So, I have been bullied for 6 years because I'm not allowed to shave.

People think that not shaving makes a girl unattractive, and I thought that for a while. So I fell into depression in the 5th grade.

Not only was I bullied, but I was molested twice by my own father.

In the sixth grade was when I self-diagnosed myself with depression. I used to self harm, beat myself, and blame myself for being molested.

6th grade wasn't a good year for me, it was filled with despair and a shit load of angst.

Hell, one of my "friends" blamed me for their suicide attempt (which was not successful, fortunately).

Then I started thinking,

When you let people in, it allows them to discover how deep and when they can cut you.

In other words; if I let people in, they'll turn on me and destroy me. So I decided to shut everyone out, until April.

In April was when I decided to stop self-harming (mostly because my parents found out) and I did stop.

Today is actually my one year anniversary of not self-harming! And I'm so glad I did.

Not only did I discover that self-harming hurt me, it hurt the people around me.

It hurt me because depression kills of your brain cells and shrinks your brain (pretty scary huh?) and my family because they blamed themselves.

Let's move on to 7th grade (this year).

This year has been so eventful because I finally grew some balls and told my mother about how my father molested me.

He is now out the house and in jail; I feel so comfortable walking in my house now. I don't have to worry if my dad is looking at me with those perverted eyes of him.

I'm happy.

Even though it felt like I was never going to reel myself in from the deep pit of depression, I did.

It wasn't easy, but success takes courage, determination, and love.

I believe that everyone is strong.

I believe that everyone has courage.

I believe that everyone has determination in their veins.

I believe people can love.

We, humans, can do anything.

Together, we are invincible.