I've always been a happy person. Since July 16, 2010, I've been an outgoing person. In 2019 I lost my spark a little. Or a lot. In January of 2020 Covid-19 was announced a pandemic and to take severe precautions. As you may know quarantine started and I went into online school. I'm a very people person so looking at my friends through a screen wasn't easy.
Some pros are that...the group I was getting bullied by couldn't talk to me anymore. Cons? There were many. I felt isolated and alone. Even though I had everyone. I could be in a room full of my large family and still feel like I had nothing and nobody.
Another con is that I was an easy target for the devil's temptation to my flesh. It felt like the world was crumbling down and I was watching it burn. The death numbers were shown on TV every day. The numbers got larger and larger.
Next thing I know on May 25, 2020, George Floyd, a 46-year-old black man, was murdered in Minneapolis, Minnesota, by Derek Chauvin, a 44-year-old white police officer.
Floyd's heart disease and drug use contributed to his death, it was police officers' compression of his neck and restraint of his body that were the primary causes of his death.
As a black girl in America that sounded like a death sentence to me. Sounded like if I stepped out my door I could get choked and shot dead. Or I could get sick and die.
This was new...and dangerous. I kept hearing things like "The world is ending." and "Will the world ever go back to normal?". I've soon started asking the same things.
I started to wonder what if it all just crashed and burned. What if I...crashed and burned. What if I was gone?
I just felt lost.
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Lost: A true story.
Non-Fiction*CAUTION* This story talks about suicidal thoughts, Covid-19, racism, Black Lives Matter protest and protesters, and bullying. (This might not bother you, but it might bother somebody else.) A true story about my real experience with Covid-19 in...
