At age 15, this storm brewing inside me is given a name: depression. Welcome to the world – my world that I’m now forced to share with you. But I’m too happy to be depressed? Life has been too good to me for me to just turn around and bury its gifts under a pile … [Read more…]
Growing up, I was a spunky, creative spirit, involved in music and dance for as long as I can remember. But in 8th grade, at the height of my bullied years, I pulled away. I started the school year and immediately decided not to return to jazz choir, nor audition for the musical. I didn’t … [Read more…]
“Iced. Tea.” Everyone erupted in giggles and knowing glances around me as I sat wondering what exactly the joke was and how I could’ve possibly missed it. I was in 8th grade, sitting at lunch with a table of “friends,” who all seemed to be in the know of an impossibly hilarious inside joke without … [Read more…]