This is the story of a bully-victim-turned-bully-fighter-slash-bully-victim-defender:
I was somewhat bullied and left alone before,I don't want to dwell on that though. But my mom always, always remind me that I can fight back.
There's this bully way back in highschool. He was bullying all of our classmates. One somewhat historic day, he found his match. I was transferred to this section [FYI here in the Philippines, we have this "blocked section" wherein your classmates for one subject are the same ones for others. Sucks, right?]
So going back to the story...
He started bullying me too, since i'm the "new kid in town". Thank goodness, I was waaaay smarter than him [not kidding], so I can always fight him back. Whenever he pick on others, I defend the victims. Until he stopped picking on me. Until he stopped bullying others in front of me. And, until he entirely gave up on bullying.
Part of me thinks that it's because we already grew up and matured somehow. But part of me also believes that once a person knows someone could fight against him, eventually he'll stop.
I just shared this story for people to know that one may spiral down to depression and abandonment and hopelessness, but he may find his way to rise again, and little by little, he heals himself.