August 25, 2009
When I wrote recently about my experience being bullied, a number of well meaning people noted, in Nietzsche style: That which does not kill us makes us stronger That is what we tell ourselves when we’ve gone through difficult times and survived. We want there to have been a purpose, a reason, why we suffered. [...]
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August 1, 2009
I was four years old. I had just started preschool. I was excited, interested, curious, I think. I knew a few kids in my class, the ones who lived on my street or whose parents were friends with my parents, but there were many new faces too. During the first few days of school the [...]
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