A cry at night (effects of bullying) - MGS

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 

That they blamed others and especially me. 

But their illness cannot be their scapegoat. 

It is not an excuse to make up stories and gossips. 

Their tiny brain can't cover up all those lies 

That resulting from losing someone's reputation. 

Their mental illness will lead them to nothing but hell.

Reflection 1

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. I cried silently, hiding my pain from everyone around me, especially my parents. 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 parents 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. The bullying 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 your 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 our experiences can be a cathartic process. Remember, it’s important to be gentle with ourself as a reflect on these memories. If you feel comfortable, consider sharing your writing with someone you trust or a support group. You are not alone, and our story matters.