Bullies

I've been crying so hard I can barely breathe. This book is my junior high life put into her perspective, with her words. The medicine, the therapists, the physical and verbal abuse from my classmates, shutting off from the world, being a walking zombie of built up rage and sorrow. It all happened to me. I could confide in no one.

Everyone assumes this is a normal part of growing up. Kids will be kids. Teachers, family, therapists, you act like there's nothing you can do about it. We're drama queens, we overreact or over-exaggerate. Because being beat up in the school parking lot or having spit constantly seeping through your hair is, oh- SO normal. The perpetual notes of petrifying threats scribbled in black ink is normal.

And if you're on the receiving end, there's something wrong with you? You go to the therapy for being teased or threatened. There's nothing wrong with them for teasing or beating the shit out of you, it's you that's not normal.