The Bad One
I don’t remember the first time I called myself “bad.”
There was never a time I thought I was good.
By 8 I hated my body.
By 12 I was eating disordered and by 14 I was depressed.
At 20 I nearly drank myself to death. I woke up in a CAT scan covered in vomit and dirt.
At 21 I attempted suicide because I couldn’t fathom living another day as me. It should have been an exciting time in my life, but I had no hope of ever being at peace with myself.
Shortly after, I began to write, and the course of my life was radically altered.
It took me 15 years, but I finished telling my story, and I am finally a published author.
This memoir, The Bad One, is my story. May it bring peace to the scapegoat children of the world, and inspire them to reinvention.