When I was a little girl I didn’t know what I would be and here I am.

As a little girl no matter what I did I got bullied a lot. I always felt sad when I was verbally abused, but I felt like I was a pretty little black girl but due to colorism and the color I was I often got told I was “too dark” , “too black” and some kids called me “blacky”. I became more comfortable the way I am as I got older, but it was really hard for me as a kid to be teased, and taunted by other kids. The way I treat myself older is to be good to myself on purpose. I know how hard mental illness is for the bloggers that also have mental health blogs I know for all of those guys their illness is hard for them too. I have a difficult illness. I pray though and spirituality gives me my hope and keeps me grounded and helps me to be honest with myself and others.