Growing up in the 80’s and 90’s, I dealt with #bullying, undiagnosed #ADHD, and #depression. When I was a kid, we did not take non-physical bullying as seriously, and most people did not really think children could suffer from mental illness. There was a lot not to be thankful for in my childhood and adolescence. There was, however, way more good than bad. I was born in a first world country. I was born male and white, which, while I wish they were not, are huge advantages in the Western world. I was born into a family that loved me, cared about me, and never tried to hurt me. I had few friends – but that means I had friends. I could have had things much worse than I did, and I am grateful for what I have.
Despite the forces working against me, and thanks to the forces working for me, I have two university degrees. I ran my own business for a few years, making enough, from doing something I loved, to get by. Though it may not last much longer, I am married to the most amazing woman I could ever have met, and grateful for the time I’ve had with her. Some of those are things I always knew I could have, and some of them are things I never thought would happen for me.
Sometimes I will post about how things are still hard. Sometimes I will post about how I am doing okay. In fact, I am doing better than okay. I will keep doing better and better, because I am still fighting back, every day. And winning.