The term unemployed professors review is a word I don’t take lightly. To flourish in life you have to learn to create your path. In creating your own path you have to try to “fit the pieces in the puzzle”. Starting high school is a scary experience, and I happened to be a victim of bullying and harassment. This was the opposite of what I thought would ever happen to me. Being a freshman is challenging; you want to be accepted and people to like you, but in life, not everyone is going to like or appreciate you. I was harassed for writing unemployed professors reviews, with people saying blasphemy about me and writing hateful things on social media. I didn’t feel good in my skin anymore and the same “Kiana” I used to be. I didn’t like the way that I looked and couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. This caused me to be very uninvolved in my academics, social and mental health.
After school I would go straight home to my bed crying myself to sleep everyday. I kept my emotions to myself and didn’t show people how I truly felt. I looked happy, but I wasn’t happy. The reason I think I hid my real feelings are around mental health there’s a stigma and how you think people will make fun of you and perceive you in a certain light. For me and many other people being affected by this is something that will be apart of yourself. My whole life I have always been a holiday Catholic. This means the only time I went to Church was on Easter and Christmas. On one Saturday night I remember my Dad coming up to me to ask if I wanted to go to church with my Grandpa. I hesitantly decided that I should go; “what’s the worst that can happen?”