“You’re so hard on yourself. But remember, everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud. Take a few moments. Relax. Marvel at yourself; the mistakes which have given you wisdom, the sufferings that have given you strength. You are still moving forward despite all the obstacles. Be proud of that. Continue to endure. Continue to endure. And remember, no matter how dark it gets, the sun will rise again.” ~Unknown
My whole life, I’ve known I was different. If I didn’t look so much like my mom, I would have believed the jokes my brother told me about how I was adopted. I just couldn’t relate to everyone else in my family—or the rest of my world.
I was called an oreo as a young black girl because…well, you get the idea.
I didn’t talk a lot, spent a lot of time writing, and a lot of time alone. Attending parties caused me to get headaches and I wanted to hide.
Although I didn’t know it had a name for it, I was introverted even as a child.
As I grew up, those things didn’t change much. I also found that life was difficult. Exhausting even.
No one has ever said life is easy. I kept this thought in the forefront of mind and continued to push on, just like everyone else.
I did as everyone else did
I have…
