Self-Acceptance Week

What a way to start off off this blog than Self-Acceptance Week.
There has never been a harder journey for me than searching for self-acceptance. Sometimes it feels like it will never come to an end. Ever since I first stepped foot into a school I've been rejected, called every name you can imagine, and bullied into emotionless shell where nobody could break my mask.  Showing weakness wasn't an option. I blocked out what I could but time after time their insults grew on me. Now I can truly say I've become a worse critic to myself than anyone ever has. I started cutting myself in 6th grade. Suicidal thoughts were frequent. Attempts. I was lost.
I didn't grow up in a bad home, my family loved me very much, and I knew that. Friends were a rarity, they came in small numbers. But the ones I had were amazing.  I was shy. I hid this hateful life from everyone. It felt like nothing could break me out of this shell. I wasn't being myself, and now I know thats all I have to be. It's taken me 20 years to accept this. This path hasn't been easy but at least I'm heading in the right direction.