What I am about to reveal today is a period of my life that made me suffer for a long time...
The reason I started writing was, first and foremost, to express all the unease I felt inside me. Shy, introverted and lonely, I was victim of bullying at school... A group of girls took pleasure in humiliating me, making fun of me, so that I would remain alone... They succeeded, I lived through hell for 3 years, and all I wanted was locking myself in my room, my shelter, where no one could reach me. I lived like that for months, unable to tell my parents the truth...
Today, I can finally tell the truth about this difficult time of my life because I know that here (in this diary) I can write anything I want without being afraid of being judged or rejected...
Dear diary, you are not the first one in which I confide my thoughts, day after day... I started writing to express myself, to empty what I always kept in me, because I was unable to speak without crying. I kept a lot of anger and sadness deep inside for so long: Writing saved me!
Today, I feel grateful, I am happy to have found a way to express myself despite the many obstacles that tried to stop me, despite all the people who tried to reduce my voice to silence. I will no longer stay in the dark, I will no longer let myself be carried away...
I am ready to fight to make my dream come true and make my voice heard.
I am ready, armed with my smile, my positivity, my optimism;
I am ready to show the world who I really am deep inside...
I am ready to show all those people who wanted to get me down, to silence my voice:
I am stronger.
I deserve to express myself and be heard!
"Honour belongs to those who never
forsake the truth even when things
seem dark and grim, who try over
and over again, who are never
discouraged by insults, humiliation
and even defeat."
-
Mandela, N. (2010). Conversations with Myself. Picador.
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