Ur stories are worthy

In the month of May, a very close friend of mine read my diary and discovered details about my bullying experience and my journey through depression. My friend was so angry when she uncovered my thoughts about procrastination, which only added to the storm of emotions I was already dealing with.

In my diary, I had poured my heart out, expressing the overwhelming sense of worthlessness that had settled in my mind. I felt like I didn’t deserve to dream big or to aspire to something better. The weight of depression bore down on me, making every day a struggle to even get out of bed. I was unable to do any productive work, and my health suffered as I fell sick often. My ability to think clearly and function well had become severely compromised, and I felt trapped in a never-ending cycle of despair.

When it comes to my bullying experience, it was an exceptionally harsh chapter of my life. I’ll never forget that day in my physics class when I scored only 10 marks out of 60, and the teacher decided to publicly humiliate me. He told me that I looked unattractive and implied that if I continued to perform poorly, I wouldn’t find a spouse, and even if I did, I would be treated like a doll. This was not an isolated incident; I faced hurtful comments like these every single day.

The bullying extended beyond the classroom and into my hostel life. Many nights, I would cry, clinging to my parents, wishing I could disappear.

I was called to the principal’s office, where the principal informed my parents that I was on the verge of failing and suggested it might not be worth paying my fees. The emotional torment left deep scars that I carried with me, affecting my self-esteem and self-worth.

After this experience i went into deep depression where i was not productive for 2 years ,I did not want to do anything .This has effected my jee exam so badly such that i failed in it

When my friend read my entire diary and asked me about my aspirations for the future, her reply shattered me as she said,

“You keep procrastinating, and I doubt you will succeed in life.”

A few days later, she talked to my parents about how unproductive I was, which led to my parents losing faith in me. Now, when I express how hurtful it is when they compare me to others, they say, “Make yourself so good that we won’t have to compare you,” or “You are not good enough, that’s why we compare you.” I’m the kind of person who can handle criticism from others, but when my own parents deem me unworthy, it’s almost crushing.

But I can’t do much about it.

This entire incident occurred in May. Afterward, I decided not to share my stories with anyone. However, after reading Brené Brown’s book, I realized that our stories are worth sharing, but only with those who deserve to hear them.

In conclusion, vulnerability, when shared with the right people, becomes the bridge to deeper connections and stronger relationships. It’s about revealing our true, sometimes fragile selves, fostering empathy, and understanding. When we dare to be vulnerable with the right individuals, we reframe the concept of adulthood, emphasizing support and acceptance over strength alone. It’s through this openness that we find genuine friendship and love, reaffirming our place within the human tapestry of quirks and insecurities. Vulnerability is a powerful tool, but it’s most effective when shared with those who truly appreciate its value.