As a mental health blogger and activist, I have struggled since I was five years old with WHY ME for the depression I faced as a young child and how I was able to convince my own head that I was a failure to launch? The forces that were against me growing up really manifested later in life. Years later I ask myself… Allergic to cats definitely. Allergic to myself? 100%. Until I started blogging and learning how to love and appreciate myself for who I am and what I’m here on Earth for.
When I was a young child I couldn’t stand who I was and I had zero self esteem because I was so depressed beyond measure. I was teased and tormented since the 2nd grade until the 12th grade. I came out of the closet when I was 16 and it was definitely a rough part of growing up. I’m thankful however for how my parents respected my sexuality and didn’t treat me any differently. I realize that a lot of kids don’t have an easy time telling they’re parents that they’re gay however please know that WE are here for you always.
I hated high school. I hate everyone that tormented me. I refused to go to my high school reunion because I couldn’t face those jerks that tore me apart inside. I will not succumb to their level. I am worthy.
Since I began blogging in 2017 it has helped me in so many ways. My confidence was born when I let the shields down and told my story.
I may be allergic to cats but I’m not allergic to my life anymore. I’m never looking back again. I will not return to what I once was. I will not be the victim of my self-perpetuating hate no more.
Z is for Zoloft AKA my allergy meds.