One day, at age 11, my friends ceased talking to me.
No argument. No fight. No warning.
One day I ceased to exist.
I wrote about this a while back, stunned by the response and the tales of “That happened to me too.”
I thought I was the only one.
At one point, I despaired. I thought of suicide.
My mother’s love was too strong – it tethered me to this world.
I reached high school, met people in other grades, and thrived.
I never let anyone bully me or make me feel worthless again.
I got married.
I have two children who fill my life with chaos, and love.
Life is good.
But at 11 and isolated,I thought the world ended.
I created this blog to let others know they aren’t alone.
Being bullied is survivable.
In fact, it often makes us stronger.
You can read the crazy chaos that is my current life over at Dances with Chaos.
I also write memoir and fiction at Writing with Chaos.
Because the one thing I will always be grateful to the Mean Girls for, is showing me what an outlet writing is.