Writing?
It didn't exist.
Writing would make the trauma real.
With writing, I would see the words and still not grasp what happened.
And, I was told I was not a good writer.
Why would I write when what I had to say wasn't important?
I wish I had a teacher, a mentor, anyone who would simply ask me...
Who are you and what can I do to help you.
I simply wish...
bullied. embarrassed. I was not a good writer, but I was worse at math, history, geography and every other subject. Writing was something that I could use to escape all the events happening at school. Moved in middle of 7th grade, etc...