You know, they say that when you get older, you put that kind of thing behind you. But I used to get mistreated when I was very young - not by my family, thank God, but by classmates. At the time, there was no widespread outcry against bullying, and those of us who fell prey to it had to suck it up.
The sad part is, you never forget. Yes, you move on, grow up, but a part of the poison stays in your veins. So what do you do... mehr anzeigen
You know, they say that when you get older, you put that kind of thing behind you. But I used to get mistreated when I was very young - not by my family, thank God, but by classmates. At the time, there was no widespread outcry against bullying, and those of us who fell prey to it had to suck it up.
The sad part is, you never forget. Yes, you move on, grow up, but a part of the poison stays in your veins. So what do you do with it? Well, you make a choice - you'll either let it eat away at you until you become bitter and reclusive, or you turn it against others weaker than yourself (which is how new bullies are "born"), or you use it to become empathetic and kind-hearted toward those suffering the way you did.
You, I believe, are taking that third path, the one on which the compassionate and tender-hearted are "born" and by writing it down, you're also administering some healthy self-therapy.
The writing is also very good, by the way. I'm glad you listened to your friends and shared it here. =}