sharing my story

For context i am a bit darker then most people (think romani people)and most people here in my home country are a bit racist .Some more then others .Ever since i was a little kid i could see that people didn't like me cuz i was darker.When i started elementary school the bulling started . The first time anybody said anything was in my first week of school when 2 older boys(around 5-6th grade)came up to me and called me a word i didn't understand.i started crying because they were laughting at me.I tried to go and tell a teacher but they didn't belive me .Since then i was called that word which i later came to understand ment terrorist.I became popular with that name .Kids older and younger knew me and laughted at me .i remmber back in 3rd grade i was comming back from the bathroom when a girl (around 2 years older then me) started insulting me .Saying i was fat ,ugly and so on and so forth.i ofc started crying but tried to calm down because this was during class time and there was nobody in the hallway.What i didn't know was that my older sister (who at that time was in her final year of high school)saw what was happening and decided to give her a piece of her mind.
By that point i was already back in the classroom so i didn't realise .She told me a few years later while we were talking.Sadly it wasn't only the students that didn't like it was also my homeroom teacher.She would insult me daily .Insted of teaching me she would make me the bad example infront of my classmates saying how i wrote with my ass or how my grammer was shit.
That made me very scared and i started developing social anxiaty.By middle school the phisical part was done but some people still enjoyed making me feel like shit.In fifth grade my anxiaty and stress were so bad that i started developing a heart condition.I had already started showing signs of depression back when iwas 8 and in fifth grade i was so depressed that i couldn't even pretend to be happy.I would have mental breakdown daily.I was sick of life cuz i didn't have a safe space.Not at home not at school.My home situation was worse then my school one.My mother was and still is a piece of shit.She would yell ,insult,hit and manipulate me .She made me feel as if i was the problem.I won't go into details but my mental state was so bad that it affected my health.I almost fainted multyple times while at school and was sent home .That's when my mother finally decide that we should go to the doctors and when we found out about the heart condition.The doctor wanted to send me to therapy and said that i was showing very concerning signs of depression.But my mother simply said no.That was when i finally realised that she wasn't going to help me or protect me.So i decide that i was gonna live in spite of her . That i would leave her and never return some day.Now i am living better and i am happier then ever.:)