When it’s Hard to be Me.

Growing up, in elementary I was never bullied, because at that time, no one understands how “different you are”. The young minds in their purest form. Where they will play with a boy who wears pink and a girl who climbs trees. It is not until puberty hits, and our elders put thoughts of wrong and right into our head that life changes. For me, it changed a lot. I realized I was gay, and although I was happy with who I was. Others around me were not. I went through junior high thinking why a person like me. A boy without judgment. A boy who defends people “different” and put down, was treated with such disrespect. Are we not taught to treat people the way we wanted treated? I spent all my time trying to help others with stories like me that I did not have someone to help me. In high school I joined acting, choir, and the musicals and plays. I had an outlet and a source for happiness. I found friends who loved me for me. I am in a place where my life is on track and I have future full of a bright light of hope and love. I believe life is a beauty and even though I am in a better place than the state of depression I was in before, I do not feel satisfactory when I hear stories, and see people get bullied for being someone that is not a specific way. The human race has gone so far in the past 50 years, but until people are accepted for being themselves. I will not quite to be a better person. To speak up. A life without judgment is what I stride to accomplish. The world can be better, but it will take all of us. I stand for Human Rights. I am Sethaniel and I matter, and so do you. When its hard to be you. Never give up.