In Spite of My Brother and God, I’m going to Be Happy
My brother made me quit writing with all his mockery and jeers about my subject choices, but goddamn it, it made me happy. He ruined what used to be a fun hobby because he wanted to beat me down, so he picked the thing I was most open about and made me feel like I was doing something wrong.
In spite of him and what he has beat into my head, I know that I need to keep reminding myself that it’s okay. It brings me joy and spreads my ideas and creativity. Just because he needed a reason to feel on top of, to feel better than me, he attacked what I was so proud of relentlessly enough that I dropped what I wanted to do as a career at the time and left me without an end goal for months.
Despite him coming home from college for the holidays, despite how he still mocks me, despite everything that he made me tell myself, I’ve elected that he can shove it, and I’ll do what I want to, and he won’t find out to make fun of me for.
I’m back, baby. Expect a new chapter soon.