How being bullied can completely change your life. Part 2.

It was 2010. The year when everything changed. There was a new English teacher coming to the class. S liked her since the first time she entered the room and the feeling was mutual. During one of the lectures, one of the boys verbally attacked S again. And it was for the first when someone defended her. The teacher stood up for S and told the guy to leave the room. S finally felt protected and thought that maybe if she will tell her teacher about what was going on, she may be able to give S an advice or help her. That discussion took place and not only that it helped S to be more confident about herself but also helped her open with her parents. It was one month left until S was becoming an adult. She was turning 18. But compared to her colleagues, she didn’t want any party, she just wanted a small reunion with her family. However, her parents decided to take her on a surprise holiday in Turkey. 2 weeks to spend with her parents and discover Turkey.

During the time in Turkey, S finally decided to open up and explain the situation to her parents. Everything. Step by step. My parents wanted to take me out of that class and move me to another one. But I had only one year left so in the end, I stayed in that class. But the things changed. At the beginning of the last year in high school , S changed completely. After 18 years, her parents decided to buy her a dog. It was the best present ever. That dog mentally helped S more than anything . The little friend gave S so much confidence and puppy love that she couldn’t have asked for more. S started to get out, go for walks, meet new dog owners and so on.

And the things were getting even better. One night, during dinner time, her father asked her if she would want to go and study at the university abroad. It was the moment when her life changed forever. She started to apply for uni, got accepted at 3 and pushed herself for 1 year to be sure she will have the chance to change her life. There were voices saying she won’t be able to do it, but she proved everyone wrong. She didn’t help her colleagues anymore, focused on herself and didn’t let anyone, anymore  put her down. It was her moment. And she made it. She forgot about the suicide thoughts but she is still having sometimes small panic attacks and anxiety.

As I previously said, this is a true story. And I wanted to share it with you to make you understand that there is always a way. Don’t feel ashamed to ask for help. You are not alone. Don’t let anyone make you feel worthless. Just stand up and show your true value. Suicide is NOT a solution. Don’t give up on your dreams and life just because some assholes don’t have anything better to do than making fun of yourself.  You can do it!

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How being bullied can completely change your life. Is suicide a solution? (part 1 of 2)

Hi. This is a true story of a girl . Let’s call her S. She was one of many in this world who was bullied. Who had to fight with everything she had and don’t give up. According to the official figures, at least 50% of children are being bullied at least once per month. And it keeps increasing…

The first part of this post will show her story and how everything started. How she ended up being depressed and thinking of the worst. The next post will be about how she fought against the bullies and how asking for help at the right moment can save your life.

It all started at the beginning of the high school. A new phase of life, new colleagues, new chapter. Little she knew it was the start of the worst nightmare. The first few months went well , getting used to the new teachers and courses , trying to make friends and understand how the high school system worked. She had one of the most amazing tutors someone can ask for who kept the class as a family. Until one day…. when the tutor came to say she got pregnant and she had to leave them. The new one came and everything was lost. She started to make differences between them and didn’t know how to solve conflicts. It was unbelievable how the class was changing and becoming more aggressive. S. was having a problem. She was fat. Not because she was eating like a pig but due to some health problems. The time was passing by and the boys started to bully her really bad, One of the guys posted a picture of a cow online and tagged her. That thing destroyed S. She was only 15 when this happened. 😦 She decided to speak to her colleagues and explain the situation but it got even worse. Name calling, teasing, spreading rumors and offending by all means. This is what S. had to deal with. Because she was one of the smartest girls in the class, her colleagues were asking  for help. So she thought that by giving the homework and helping them, will stop the bullying and make them being more friendly. Nope. It didn’t work.

She started to  refuse to go to the sports lessons to don’t hear rude comments anymore, didn’t want to go out with her friends and do the things she enjoyed.S was feeling worthless, ugly, ashamed…she saw herself as a monster. After trying to speak to her tutor and ask for a solution,S. realised that no one will move a finger for her. Her parents were trying to find out what was going on with her, but the only thing they were receiving was a closed door. And silence. For 3 years, this nightmare continued. Being an introvert teenager with no way to escape from the high school situation took her to the point when she thought about suicide.

This was the end… S. felt too ashamed to ask for help or explain the situation to her parents or trust people anymore. Was suicide the only solution to stop the bullying? She loved her family and had dreams…but this nightmare was affecting everything. Until one day.(part 2 soon)

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Is childhood a piece of heaven?

Hello again. As I said in my first post, today will be about childhood.Being one of the most important period of our life, childhood is the main point in helping us to develop as human beings.Is the stage when you discover games, friends and learn how to take care of yourself. But what happens when you discover that childhood is not great for everyone? When you realise that not having the toy or the gadget you wanted is nothing compared to a kid who has nothing to eat or play with? This post is about this: the good and the bad of childhood.

I was born in 92 , in a small city, without having any brothers or sisters. Being the first niece of the family, I was raised as a spoiled child.  My parents and grandparents were buying me everything I wanted (based on their possibilities) and made sure I was OK all the time. I had the privilege of being part of the last generation who had real childhood, with no gadgets like tablets, Iphones or anything like that. Nope. My childhood meant going out in the morning and coming home in the night. Lots of games, excursions, and laughs. Running in the rain,climbing the trees, hiding everywhere and looking for new things to learn. Pure happiness. I was having 2 teams: one younger than me( I was the leader) and one older (I was the youngest and everyone protected me). Both teams had some of the most fantastic people I’ve met in my entire life. They were funny, caring and we were there for each other all the time. We were going in house just to eat. Afterwards back to play, discover the world and make memories. The worst part was when our parents were calling us. As during the holidays I was staying mainly with my grandparents as there were my friends,my grandfather was always threatening me that if I don’t go in , he will call my parents ( that was the sign that he had enough and I really had to go back in ). There were neighbors hating us as we were way too loud and were running everywhere and disturbing them. I remember that once, because of the old ladies complained with our parents because she couldn’t stay on the bench outside and chat with her friends due to us, the guys from the old team stole it and hanged it out on a tree.

However, as the time was passing we were starting to understand things: that life is not only pink and not everyone has the chance to be raised in a loving family. Being a spoiled kid was also a negative thing because I was starting to think that I deserved everything and everyone was supposed to take care of my needs and fulfill my requests. Up to a point. Every summer holiday I was going at least one month ( there were 3 months of summer holidays) to see my aunt and her family. She is living in a small village and working in a kindergarten. It was 2004 when I had one of the biggest wake up calls of my life and the moment when I stopped to think only of myself and make other kids feel bad because they didn’t have what I was having. One morning, my aunt told me to go and help her with the kids. She was having  kids aged between 5-6. What could have gone wrong? Everything. I entered the class and there were 7 kids already. I started to play with them. They looked dirty.. 😦 I tried to be as nice and friendly as possible and started to teach them games. When the lunch break came, I realised that there were kids with no food. Their parents didn’t give them anything to eat. I was having a pack of cookies and sandwiches made by my aunt. That moment was the first time I understood life was not fair. They were kids. I was a kid. But they were suffering and I was happy.  No clean clothes, no hygiene and no food…. Welcome to the real world. I gave them my food and saw a smile on their face. The saddest thing was that one of them asked what was that black thing in the cookies? It was chocolate… When I came back home, to my friends, I learned to appreciate everything I had at its real value, been closer to the people who weren’t as lucky as I was and gave more to those who didn’t have.

Nowadays, I see many kids addicted to gadgets with no real childhood. I don’t see kids playing outside anymore, no more laughs or jokes, no more hide & seek players or games creators. The times changed, people changed, but the question stays. Where is the childhood? Why do we choose to put the childhood in an Ipad than making lifetime memories? Where are the parents cursing around that kids are staying too much outside and the kids creating friendships?

In the end, I can say that I have been blessed to have an amazing childhood with lots of memories. What about you? Was childhood a piece of heaven for you?

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The Journey Begins

Welcome and thanks for visiting my blog!

This blog is about a journey. A journey called life. You, my visitor, will find posts related to everything life has to offer: good and bad experiences, travel stories, lessons and all the little things that make this journey beautiful. I will be more than happy to hear your stories too and learn new things.  The aim of this blog  is to underline the way people and decisions affect us by going from pure happiness to depression and vice versa , the importance of  life lessons  and how traveling can improve a person’s life. The next post will be about childhood and how this was one of the most important period of my life .So stay tuned and be part of Yanny’s journey.cropped-architar2015