maybe it was my mom's habit of keeping up appearances that allowed me to
enable the bullying that went on. the first few horrific months of high
school were not a figment of my imagination. on
a daily basis, she would push me in the halls, pull my hair when
passing, and even press my face against the lockers. she then recruited
other tenth graders to torment me by doing the same and it continued
for months.
but the story here is not what happened twenty years ago. my story is the
resilience gained. there were countless others who survived the jungle
just as i did. i have never felt entitled to claim it as a my story
alone because i feel lucky to have found a sense of sanity amongst what
could have been far worse.
