I grew up going to church as a little girl, but me only being 2,3,4 years old, I never really understood. I knew that Jesus died on the cross to save us from our sins, I knew the names of the books of the bible and I memorized John 3:16... so I basically had the basics. Once I started 5th grade, I began going to The Chapel. I'm in 7th grade now. Once I started middle school, my life went down hill. 6th grade was just the worst possible thing I had ever experienced. I was failing all my classes, I was bullied all the time, I felt like everyone was just ganging up on me, I sat alone at lunch, ect... It got to the point where I just stopped caring. Eventually it got pretty bad, I became suicidal. So, school ended, summer break started and then everything stopped. Bullying, suicidal thoughts, the pain... it stopped. Summer was great. Had fun. Then school started again. It was bad in the first three months. At one point I stopped what I was doing and just prayed; prayed that it was going to be okay. From that day, slowly things started to change. I became happier, my grades got much better, I started to care again, I got my motivation back. I started to see the light. I haven't thought of suicide in over 5 months, I'm on the honor roll at school, I don't sit alone in lunch anymore, I hardly ever bullied anymore. I'm happy and I have a really great relationship with God.