I started seeing psychiatrists in the third grade through high school. From the time I can remember, I always felt sad and alone, needed attention, had problems with anger and controlling it, and unable to fit in with my peers. I was a victim of bullying. Girls would say mean things to me, and I was spit on and hit by other kids almost every day on the school bus while others would watch and eventually join in. My parents were not aware of the bullying until I told them about it. I later told my mom that I was going to kill myself. It was around this point that I received a major depressive disorder diagnosis.