I tried pot because my boyfriend was doing it. I got addicted. Thankfully my best friend talked me out of it. I broke up with him and my life is back on track.

I finally had the courage to stand up for myself. Now looking back I had made myself suffer when all I had to do was tell someone and get advice on what to do.

I have bipolar and was put on medication. I want other teens to know mental illness isn't taboo anymore so get help!

Crying and punching things only helped for a little while. Then it was time to tackle my problems by learning how to deal with them.

I refused to leave my room because that's where I felt safe. I lost friends. Thank God I had my mum. She was the rock through it all.

The rape took over my life. I was scared he was going to try and do it again. I had to go to court but got lots of advice and support along the way.

I was slowly giving up. Ready to do something really stupid. By reading and getting advice I realised there are things I can do to overcome my problems.

Things went down hill. More arguments, more getting into trouble, more horrible things that I longed to stop happening. Getting help was the best thing I did.

I would cry myself to sleep knowing the next day would be the same drama. A few strategies helped me get better. Don't give up.

I constanlty aruged with my mum and her husband. The story got turned around and I would be the bad one. Finding at least one person to talk to helps.