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I finally started figuring out who I am

I finally started figuring out who I am.

“I finally started figuring out who I am”

It’s always kind of been bullied growing up just being different, always been a loner really, an only child so I never really knew how to make friends that much. I grew up very introverted and shy and eventually I chopped all my hair off and everyone started teasing me, calling me names. It was a very depressing moment and I actually went through a lot of depression and a lot of treatment for it, and multiple hospital visits, multiple hospital stays. It was really a long road and it wasn’t until the very last hospital stay that I went to that I started discovering myself. I realized that I’m not really like everyone else. I’m just starting to be comfortable in my own skin, being fine with who I am. I started going to youth groups, not really religious just kind of groups. I go to a LGBT support group for teens from 13 to 18. It’s really nice. I started a new school and finally got on the track to graduate and got a job. Things are really good and I haven’t been hospitalized in over a year and I feel that is all because I finally started figuring out who I am and who I am meant to be and what I want to do.

I’m dressed as Ciel Phantomhive from an anime called Black Butler. I just find it really cool how he managed to get over a very traumatic experience and fight for what he wants. It’s also one of the first amines that I watched with my dad.

I have a lot of stuffed animals, most of them are in my garage because I don’t have room for them. There is one, it was my mother’s growing up and she passed it down to me when I was born. It is like a 3 foot tall pink bunny, and I named it Bunny. I didn’t let go of it until I was 12 and I still have it. He still sits in my room at the foot of my bed. If I’m upset I’ll grab it and just cry. It is very nostalgic to even hold him. I know he’s an inanimate toy but he holds so many memories for me. I took him everywhere when I was growing up. He was my best friend, as I said the loaner child syndrome.

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