Obviously my name is Tommy. I'm a 22 year old car enthusiast and I'm openly gay. I had a semi-suicide attempt in 2009 (stopped at the last second. Long story.), and tried dealing with things since. I came here hoping my experience may stop someone else from doing similar. My story, isn't entirely bullying, but the fact my life basically fell apart. Bullying was involved to a small degree. I graduated high school in June, 2007. My parents had made me take a year off after high school as a break from studying. In December, 2007, just a week or so before my birthday, I lost my maternal grandmother. This was what seemed to start everything else rolling. In February 2008, I lost a great Aunt. Throughout the first half of 2008, my mother was in and out of the hospital for numerous reasons. On June 4, 2008, after 4 continuous days in the hospital, my family and I pulled the life support and I watched my mother die at 6:33 PM on June 4, 2008, knowing nothing I could do would save her. I was extremely close to my mother. I was destroyed, but the bad luck kept coming. November 2008, My sister lost custody of her 2 children to DCF after being unable to make it to a court case due to being involved in a car accident. January 2009, I lost 2 uncles in a single week. May, 2009, my family dog I grew up with died. In January 2009, I had come out of the closet as bisexual (halfway in denial at the time) and started dating my first boyfriend. He was emotionally abusive, nitpicking everything I did, and even my own insecurities about my body, harping on them. About a month after he cheated on me because I wouldn't put out, I had my semi-suicide attempt. Surviving that, I dumped him in June 2009. In October 2009, my paternal grandmother died leaving me with no living grandparents (both my grandfathers having died when I was extremely young (paternal) or before I was born (maternal)). despite this, my aunt, who had formed a friendship with my ex-boyfriend, asked both my ex-boyfriend and myself to be pall-bearers at the funeral. Mind you, my paternal grandmother had said horrible things to me that still haunt me. Insults were flung, feelings were hurt, and nobody's apologized. In June of 2010, my older sister died (overdose of inhalants). She was 36 and I was extremely close to her. I fell into an even deeper depression I have only recently started to get out of, having started Therapy this past January. In 2011, I had finally gone to school for automotive mechanics, having become mentally stable enough to handle studying. I graduated this past April. I came fully out of the closet as gay this past June. My life is starting to turn around now, but I'm still dealing with things. My aunt (the same one who invited my ex to my grandmother's funeral) recently (as in last month) attempted suicide after her boyfriend left her for being a ... well I can't say that word here. Despite the fact she had ALWAYS been horrible to me, heaping on insults and generally trusting anyone but me even though I'd never done anything wrong, I visited her in the hospital. When I offered support, having been in a similar frame of mind at one point, she heaped on insults calling me a "piece of shit", and then asked me to fix her car. After hearing that, I told her no. She then criticized my father's parenting style, calling me ungrateful, mean, cynical (I'll agree with cynical), and not knowing the value of a dollar (Even though I've had 3 jobs in the past 5 years and she's had none). We asked for an apology when she asked for help with her bills later that week. Upon hearing her say "I'd rather watch this house fall down around me than apologize." we told her she wasn't getting any financial help from us until she apologized. She's called us twice since then asking for money, but still refusing to apologize. Life is an emotional roller coaster too exciting to miss. You just have to take each turn and loop as they come along.