By Emilie Wapnick
Today’s post is a personal one. It’s something I’ve wanted to talk about for a long time.
I’ve written before about my experiences with childhood bullying.
It’s something that a lot of multipotentialites seem to have experienced (apparently when you do origami at recess and play violin in an orchestra, other kids think you’re weird…)
And yet the truth is that the worst, most enduring bullying I ever experienced was not inflicted by my classmates at all, but by myself.
Sure, the bullies may have started it, but their words lingered, echoed and expanded for over ten years after they were gone from my life. That was due to nobody’s fault but my own.