“When I was 10 my mum and dad had moved house so I went to a new primary school. Up until then, I’d always liked school.
Nothing I did was right and the name-calling, punching and kicking began. They didn’t like my glasses. They didn’t like what I looked like. They didn’t like me being the new kid.
I would wake up every day with a feeling of dread and felt physically sick at the thought of going to school. I used to try and think of every possible excuse to get out of it.
“I couldn’t take the bullying anymore. It was about 2am and I went to the kitchen, got a knife out of the drawer, and went back to my room. I wanted to kill myself as I’d had enough. I just didn’t want to be a burden anymore.”