Elementary school was middle school for me. The school held grades Pre-School-8th grade. Moving there at 9 years old, coming from a whole different school district, was very new to me. Hair braided straight down my neck and part of my back. Those small, child looking eyeglasses pressed on my light tan face. Looking back now, I am 20 and seeing how style has REALLY changed. I mean, a matching hot pink eyeshadow and varsity outfit were my go-to's. No one cared. No one made fun. No one shamed. We were all equal for a moment in time, in my eyes.
I knew I was hiding from myself. There is no way in hell, a strong girl from Jersey just happened to end up with various mental struggles and illnesses. EVERYTHING.HAPPENS.FOR.A.REASON.
When I say hiding, many people may think I am referencing physically not trying to be seen, like hide and seek right? My definition of hiding goes as followed:
"Hiding in my own mental state is the only way to hide how I REALLY feel, without giving away too much." Why do I feel so close to this? Why do these kinds of questions make my blood boil, heart pound out of my chest and make me want to vomit? It's called trauma. A past, we all have one. But how good are you at hiding your pain? Surprisngly, many people do it everyday.
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Hiding Behind Thick Hair
Non-FictionMental health is no joke even though there is always room in my life for good dark humor, but what if mental health was actually taken seriously? Maybe this story would not have ended up the way it does...
