Hello, everyone.
I want to take a moment to share a deeply personal story with you, one that taught me a lesson I’ll never forget. When you live with a disability, you might find yourself treated differently, unfairly, or even cruelly. Some people will see you as an easy target. They’ll call you names, spread rumors, laugh at you, or treat you like you don’t belong. For those who haven’t experienced bullying, it’s hard to explain just how much it can hurt.
Being bullied isn’t just about the words they say or the things they do—it’s about how it makes you feel. For me, it felt like they were tearing away at who I was, bit by bit. I started questioning myself. “Was I Really As Weak As They Said? “Was I Less Of A Person Because I Was Different?” These thoughts became heavier and heavier, like a backpack filled with stones I couldn’t take off.
I remember thinking that I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt trapped, cornered by their words and actions. I wanted to make it stop, to make them feel the same pain they were making me feel. I told myself, “If I fight back, they’ll stop. If I hurt them, they’ll leave me alone”. I thought I had figured out the answer.
So one day, I did it. I let all my frustration and anger take over. I was sick of it and i snapped. This as at college and i was around 17 , he was picking on me so aggression took over i did throw a right hook to his jaw left straight to bridge of his nose and threw him over two tables and turns out as well as breaking his nose i also dislocated his left shoulder and For a moment—just a few seconds—I felt powerful. I thought, “This Is It. This Is How I Finally Stand Up For Myself.” And you know what? For those few seconds, it felt good.
But Then Everything Changed.
The moment passed, and regret hit me like a punch to the chest. I saw the fear and pain on the bully’s face, and it was like looking in a mirror. Suddenly, I wasn’t proud of what I’d done. I didn’t feel strong. I felt ashamed. My fists, which had been so tightly clenched, felt heavy, as if they were filled with all the guilt in the world.
I realized something important in that moment: violence doesn’t solve anything. It might feel like a release at first, but it doesn’t fix the problem. It doesn’t stop the bullying. In fact, it can make things worse. The bully might come back angrier, and people around you might start seeing you as the one who causes trouble, even though you were the one being hurt.
Most of all, violence doesn’t make you feel better in the long run. If anything, it leaves you feeling emptier than before. That’s because hurting someone else doesn’t heal the hurt inside of you.
What I’ve learned is that real strength doesn’t come from fighting back with your fists or your words. Real strength comes from rising above. It comes from being able to walk away when someone tries to drag you down. It comes from showing the world—and yourself—that you’re better than the cruelty you’ve faced.
It’s not easy to take the higher road. When people push you, insult you, or laugh at you, everything in you might scream to fight back. But there’s a power in staying calm, in choosing peace over violence. That’s the kind of power that lasts longer than three seconds. It’s the kind of power that allows you to look back later and be proud of the choices you made.
Now, I know what you might be thinking: “Walking Away Doesn’t Stop The Bullying”. And you’re right—walking away isn’t always enough. That’s why it’s so important to ask for help. Talk to someone you trust, whether it’s a parent, a teacher, a friend, or someone else who cares about you. Tell them what’s happening. You don’t have to go through it alone. There are people who want to help, who will stand by your side and make sure you’re protected.
Another thing I’ve learned is that the words and actions of bullies don’t define you. Just because they call you names or treat you badly doesn’t mean those things are true. Their cruelty says more about them than it does about you. You are stronger than their words, and you are worth so much more than they’ll ever realize.
To anyone out there who’s being bullied, I want you to know that I see you. I understand how much it hurts. I know how easy it is to feel angry and frustrated, to feel like the only way to make it stop is to fight back. But trust me when I say that violence isn’t the answer. It might feel good in the moment, but the regret that follows isn’t worth it.
Instead, focus on the things that truly make you strong—your courage, your kindness, your resilience. Be the person who rises above, who shows the world what true strength looks like.
When I look back on the times I chose violence, I don’t feel proud of those moments. What I do feel proud of are the times I walked away, the times I asked for help, and the times I stood tall in the face of cruelty without letting it break me. Those are the moments that shaped me into the person I am today.
So, to anyone listening who feels like they’re at their breaking point, I want you to hear this: You are not alone. You are not weak. And you are not defined by the way others treat you.
The next time someone tries to bully you, take a deep breath. Remember this story. And remember that your actions, not their words, define who you are. Choose to be better. Choose to be strong. And choose a path you can look back on with pride.
Thank you.
