Who stole my lunch money, and smashed my sand castle.

I remember the kids in school were rough on me. Often times they ended up getting me distracted from my goals. They kicked in my sand castle, talked me out of my lunch money, called me names, stole my joy, hurt my self esteem. At home my voice did not seem to matter as I watched my parents fight or be told because I said so. I still struggle with the need to over explain, apologize, or even feel the need to change course to please others. Too many outside voices begin to feel like what happened in childhood. I desire to find my identity and step out even when the criticism comes from voices that have been proved right in the past. I struggle with the opinions of others and want to overcome this.

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