In college the tutor made us watch a documentary about parents who've lost their children to bullying. Inside I felt myself crumbling apart. I wanted to shout out. "Make it stop!" But I bit my tongue and sat there in silence, holding back the tears because I know how those children felt. The difference is, I'm still here because the guilt of abandoning my grandparents brought me back. Recently I've been dreaming about joining them, even though I don't want to. I think I'm getting worse... I hope I get moved up the list for this cognitive behavioural therapy because without any treatment at all, at best I'm struggling to cope.