Yikes! It’s been a while since I last wrote! Sorry to all of my loyal writers…
I’ve always been the confident girl. No one ever saw me cry, I never seemed to lash out. In our youth group we had secret sisters, and I wrote mine a letter a week for an entire year without fail. From my sister I received one letter.
One. Measly. Letter.
Turns out it wasn’t even actually from her.
In Sunday School we each wrote an encouraging note to the person on the right and left of us. I told the girls next to me that they were beautiful and a blessing to the class. The letter I got in return said “I think you are very nice.” Nothing more.
But I already told you I was confident- no one ever figured these things could hurt me. They did, though. I used to cry myself to sleep- I still do, sometimes. And you know what? I still consider myself confident.
But confidence doesn’t keep me from getting hurt by someone’s thoughtless actions. So I told my parents. I wrote them a note and stuck it under their door.
It felt really stupid, but guess what?
Ever feel like you can’t do anything about what people do that hurts you? Try bringing it to someone who you trust, such as a parent or teacher.
It really does help!