“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 your own life. The mistakes you made that taught you wisdom and the suffering you endured that gave strength. You still progress despite everything. Be proud. 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. I had headaches when I went to parties, and having to mix with others made me want to run away.
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. Life was hard for me. Exhausting even.
But no one said that life was simple, did they? This thought was always in my head and I continued on as the rest of humanity.
I did the same thing as everyone else.