My bullying started around the time I was 13 years old. I was on instagram going through a famous persons pictures and I noticed in the comments a girl was getting told to kill herself so I stepped in and told the bully to stop and he was being wrong and then I started getting attacked with violent messages by this person and just over and over again getting told to kill my self because I stuck up for an innocent girl who was getting told to do something like that. The messages from this anonymous person, (it was an anon account) lasted for 2 years. I didn't understand for the longest time why I was being attacked by the person, after awhile of getting these messages I started looking into the mirror more, at my thighs, my stomach and my arms. Thinking about how fat I was and that's probably why this guy decided to have the effort to even send these messages for 2 years. It wasn't everyday I got these messages but it was around 6 times a week. The thoughts that were quickly building in my mind never left and I started throwing up to look better thinking it would make me more appealing. My parents found out five months after I started and took me to a doctor, all I heard him say was it was a bad thing for me to do but it was so hard to stop once I started and I needed pain to know I was still even living, my mom's razors started disappearing and the messages kept coming, my thighs all cut up because I couldn't do it to my wrist to afraid if my father found out. I discluded my self from family picnics anything that involved people. My parents began to worry and sent me to a therapist but I refused to tell them about the messages that kept coming and coming. I had countless nights of no sleep and slept most of the day. That was until another person sent me a nasty message, so it was two of them now. My mother soon found my cut up thighs and cried herself to sleep making me feel like a failure and a dishonor to her perfect family. I couldn't bring myself to look at her sad eyes whenever she saw me, so I barely left my room anymore. No one in my classes bothered with me anymore because I stopped talking, my teachers try and try but I was too stubborn to do anything. The messages finally ended about a year ago from now. I had two crappy years of cyber bullying and I spent another year getting over all of my depression and anxiety. I just wanted to share my story because I felt people needed to hear it and I know some will judge but this story is 100% real. My pain I felt over those years was the realest pain I know I will ever feel in my life.