My Names Dean, I'm 18 and in January this year i tired for the third time to end my life. I live in a Homophobic town called tuncurry in australia. when i was a baby I saw my mother being sexualy abused by man. my mum sold her self for drugs and money for food to feed me and after 4 years my brother and sister. in 2003 i was taken of my and giving to my grandparents who have looked after me the best they can. when i started year 3 of primary school i was tormented and bullied. in year five was my first attempt at my life i took a whole bottle of pain killers. it didn't work. when it was time for me to go into year 7 i changed schools o a Catholic high school. in my first week there i was saround by a group of older kids and they pushed my into the toilets i started pushing and then broke thru them. i ran to the teachers and they didn't care. things did start to get easier when i made some friends and was giving medication for Bi Polar . in year 9 i started getting feelings towards guys, i was confused so i went to the school councillor and told him what i was feeling. the next day in scripture we read the passage about men being with men. the teacher tort us that it was wrong and it was an abomination. i felt so humiliated i went and looked up how to successfully end my life. one afternoon i bought razors and tried slicing my veins. my nan and pop found me on the ground covered in blood. i was rushed to hospital and was then giving more medication. i changed schools again i made real friends and started taking makeup courses each weekend. everything was looking up. In the holidays last year before school started i was walking around town and a car full of people started yelling out: fag, cumrag, dick muncher, hope you get aids, ect. a switch went off inside my brain the next two weeks things just kept getting from bad to worse. the week before school started again i took three boxs of my medication for bipolar (Lamictal, Lithium, Seroquel). i kept thinking how much easier life would be for the rest of my family. i woke up a week later. with no one visiting me but my nan had stayed there all week by my hospital bed. i then made a promise to myself that i would never do this to her again. i was prescribed double the amount i was previously on. thing started going very well i work on a feature film as a makeup artist and still was doing my last year of school. but lately ive been feeling overwhelmed and in a funk what do i do. ive seen doctors and psychologists. the photo was taken by my nan to show me that i had live and that i was ment to live. #help #pain #ladygaga #mystory #littlemonsters #mothermonster #gagatalk #Bornthisway #PersonalUpdates #GaGa