I've reached out to several members of the LGBT+ community and have collected first person accounts on what it is like to be them. Here are the results:
Hello! Today I have something very special in store for you guys. I’m joined by my good friend Sophie from Sparkle News. We will both be doing a post on each other’s blogs. On my blog you will see soon we both did a piece on power. On her blog you’ll find a piece on a country or countries we’d like to visit. I will link her blog at the end of this post so you can check out her blog and my post on there.
Here is Sophie’s piece:
Due to unforeseen circumstances Sophie’s piece will not be going up. You can still check it her blog to see the piece I did on there with her.
I greatly apologize.
Now here is my piece:
It doesn’t take much for me as a person to go from feeling all powerful and the best in the world to a complete and total loser. A few words that meant well are often taken completely wrong. Constructive criticism often feels like an excuse to make fun of someone. In this world, I feel so freaking powerless. When I was younger I would burst into tears randomly. These outbursts always led to so many people asking me if I was okay. Of course, I wasn’t okay, someone that’s okay doesn’t start crying for no reason. Eventually, I learned to control my emotions. I can tell when I’m about to cry by a tingling in the bridge of my nose. I open my eyes wide and avoid what was causing me pain.
I seemed to have gained some sort of power over my emotions. Of course, the power I felt was just an illusion because late at night I’d break into tears and be scared to close my eyes because of the monsters that haunted my mind. Still to this day when I try to sleep I have to try as hard as I can to keep my mind blank otherwise gruesome and horrifying images show themselves to me.
I feel powerless when I’m walking for I have this unexplainable urge to be in front and walk fast. I start freaking out if someone who walks fairly slow gets in front of me. I’m powerless when it comes to these feelings, they control me. I become irritable and most people can’t stand me during these times.
Most of my life makes me feel powerless. I don’t know what to do when I freak out I let my emotions control me and I lash out at people I care for. I find that the only thing I really have power over is my writing. I can control this keyboard and the pen in my hand.