It’s been a long time since I’ve been severely bullied. My time in middle and high school was horrible, and I was always the butt of the joke. College was better, though I was still talked about and laughed about behind my back. I’ve had boss’s treat me like scum (not my current boss, though), and family members put me down. I’m not unfamiliar with being pushed into lockers and having gum stuck in my hair, spitballs thrown at me, and my homework vanishing… or just turning up shredded.
I’ve always been an open and honest person about my mental health- or lack thereof in some cases. I’ve talked about my struggles with medication, therapists, and net feeling accepted. I’ve always been blunt when it comes to the fact that I’ve had plans laid out of how I was going to end it all. Am I a perfect example of a human? Absolutely not. But today, we are addressing someone who needs a lot more help than I do. So, let’s share our love and compassion to someone who needs it.
On here, she goes by ‘Karma’, but in real life her name is Baylee. And she wrote comments on many of my posts about how I’m a terrible person, a charlatan (bonus points for the big word), and… well, I’ll let you read a few for yourself.
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Do I have a lot of views on this blog? Nope, and that’s OK. I write for myself, and not for anyone else. Also, as far as being a “horrible writer”, I have some grammar critiques for you, but I won’t share. I don’t check my blog for comments very often, because this is a place for me to share my thoughts and feelings, without the need to be validated by others. Is it nice when people find my site? Absolutely! But I don’t need others to love me.
Now, how can I help you Baylee? Would you like me to send a prayer to you? If you’re confused at my religion, because I’m “a charlatan”, please feel free to read this for context. I’ve done and said nothing to you since you verbally abused me on Instagram. So, the need to defend yourself in every little corner is very strong. Do you feel rejected and ignored? Do you feel threatened by me? Do you feel that in order to be “right” you have to verbally abuse someone who apparently was a “friend”? I didn’t know we were friends. However, I’m not entirely broken up about the loss of this friendship if this is how you treat your friends.
I want to thank you for getting me a TON of views on my blog, and for sharing with me your thoughts.
I’ve worked hard on being somebody that I can be proud of. I have an amazing husband (who you threatened- not a good idea for a military member, police officer, and someone who loves me way more than I thought possible), a wonderful job, REAL friends who cherish me and respect me, and a life that I’ve come to realize is amazing. We all have our low points in life. It’s alright to feel crappy. But please, you can’t fling mud without getting your own hands dirty.
Rising Up It's been a long time since I've been severely bullied. My time in middle and high school was horrible, and I was always the butt of the joke.
