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A Cry at Night



In silence, 
I speak; in silence, 
I shout these very words, 
and no one can ever hear 
until I open up: 
Their illness was eating them up.
It was a parasite consuming their brain cells. 
They couldn’t make responsible decisions. 
But despite knowing that these symptoms 
Were caused by their mental condition 
They blamed others and especially me. 
But their illness cannot be their scapegoat. 
It's not an excuse to make up stories and gossip. 
Their tiny brain can't cover up all those lies, 
That results in the loss of someone's reputation. 
Their mental illness will lead them to nothing but hell.
 
The Effects of Bullying at Work (based on my experience)

The Daily Struggle: Each day began with a knot in my stomach, knowing I would face the bullies. Their taunts echoed in my mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. I would walk through the hallways, feeling invisible yet painfully aware of their eyes on me. The laughter and whispers felt like daggers, piercing through my self-esteem and leaving me feeling utterly alone. 
The Impact on My Well-Being: The bullying took a toll on my physical and mental health. I found it difficult to eat, my appetite lost in the turmoil of anxiety. Sleep became a distant memory; I would lie awake at night, tears streaming down my face, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, crying in silence, hiding my pain from everyone around me, especially my family. I was terrified of burdening them with my struggles, so I carried the weight alone. 

The Burden of Secrecy: Hiding my tears became a daily ritual. I would put on a brave face, pretending everything was fine while inside, I was crumbling. The fear of letting my family know about the bullying kept me silent. I worried they wouldn’t understand or that it would only make things worse. So, I bottled up my emotions, feeling like I was drowning in a sea of despair. 

The isolation: As the days turned into weeks, I felt increasingly isolated. Friends who once supported me seemed distant, and I felt like I was living in a bubble, cut off from the world. The loneliness was suffocating, and I longed for someone to notice my pain and reach out. But I remained silent, trapped in my own nightmare. Looking back, I realize that those days were some of the darkest of my life. 

Realization: Being bullied not only affected my self-esteem but also my ability to connect with others. It took time, but I eventually found the courage to speak up and seek help. I learned that I wasn’t alone and that it’s okay to share my struggles. My hope is that by sharing my story, others who are facing similar nightmares will find the strength to speak out and seek support. Writing about my experiences can be a cathartic process.

 I AM Not Alone! I learned it’s important to be gentle with myself as I reflect on these memories. If these experiences of bullying haunt me again,  I know I have my family beside me to love me and support me no matter what. May this story of mine give you enlightenment that it is not okay to accept bullying; learn to stand. You have to speak up and let your family share your pain. Don't be afraid; family is the right person to talk to. 

 


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