It’s much easier to see the faults in something, or someone, than to admit I have a barrage of my own.
Author: Brooke
My name is Brooke and here’s the story:
For too long I let fear dictate my life and it had such a hold on almost every aspect of my being. Something needed to change. I had to release my grip on fear and start walking towards bravery.
So here is my story. One post at a time, one brave step at a time. I hope others will be able to acknowledge and embrace bravery throughout their own journeys, creating a community of people who share their brave together. I do not know all that this adventure will entail, but I do know this: I am strong and resilient, a firm believer in hope, and taking one step at a time into bravery.
Will you join me?
a girlfriend.
I fear that someone’s supposed judgment of my sexuality will have a direct and negative result on my character.
wanted to die.
I began to withdraw from my friends. My thoughts became darker, the fun of prom fading into a fog.
clouded.
I put the pressure of perfection into each to-do and end up feeling hopeless when the reality of imperfection comes through.
scary santa.
I identified Santa as a big and powerful person that could easily take me away from my new family.
hands.
Side by side, they are a glimpse into the past and future.