My writing club had an amazing, fulfilling meeting last week. I'm still pondering how much it affected me and the students involved. One student in particular, also named Cat, shared a personal memoir. The content was painful as she discussed being bullied and how she reacted by... I'll let Young Cat speak for herself:
"I never really thought that one day I would think that suicide was the only way out of all the pain. I had always been the four-eyed freak I got used to it. The when people found out that I was in foster care I became the for eyed foster freak. No one ever really noticed the scare on my face until like fifth or 6th grade when I became scare face. When I was in Middle School, I walked home every day from school and when this one bus would pass me, the one that came up with the name scare face, threw stuff out off the buss window at me. Then in high school, my first year I went to McKinley and things got a lot worse. Then October of 2010 I was hospitalized for the first time. The things were good after that. The when It was getting close to my birthday things got bad again. I over dosed and was sent to the hospital again. Now in 2011 I was hospitalized February, March, and April. Then October 2011 was my last hospitalization. I am proud to say that it had been three months since I cut last. I am so proud of myself. I almost cut in December when my grandma died but I stayed strong and did not cut. I have had a rough past and I am a stronger person and glade for all the people that I have met. It has been a long journey that was tough but now I keep myself sane by my writing. "
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