So many fairy tales are forgotten, and I'm bringing them back to life with a new voice to shine.
Society had people say they wished to be sick like me. Society had people laugh at me for living in a constant state of fear. I looked like one of those super sickening x-ray models, and people still managed to bring me down.
Nothing was harder in my life than going to art school until I went on DeviantArt and was attacked by non-artist people.
Some believe I suffer from asociality, which’s a mental disorder that has an association with introverts. It can be a clinical condition, but in my case, asociality isn’t my disorder. I am a misanthrope and know this to be true for me.
It took me years to understand myself. People rejected me at a very young age. Sure I have scars like any other my age, but I’m also differently wired.
It is not a question of time because it is not reversible. One can only give a hand so many times before the person decides to drown. I
As a clinical OCD person, changes in my daily activities make me nauseous. It means that going for walks without my dog is inconceivable. For the last year, I have stopped going for walks. You can imagine the shock my body took.
The mirror on the wall never said I was the most beautiful of them all. Instead, the voice in my head would say, “You are the ugliest of them all…you are an abomination. Why are you even alive?”
Growing up, I was the black sheep and the abnormal kid. I never had real friends because I never cared for humans. As I grew older, I learned to rely on certainties.
A gym is not for me since I want to hide and not see mirrors. I don’t even want to walk outside. So, the best of both worlds would be rediscovering the ballerina in me. I hope to find a little peace and serenity.