“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
I gasp at the last words, a loud sound in the quiet room. You’ve been bullied in the past, purposefully isolated. Called the “N-word” reflexively by an older kid at school who was annoyed at you. As a toddler, you were told you weren’t invited to a birthday party because you “looked like poop.” You shrugged off the events, forgave, and moved on quickly. I wonder if the cuts slice deeper as you grow, as you become more aware of the systems and people excluding you. I know you have friends who have talked about suicide, who have used words like depression, who have talked about their mental health. I don’t know what suicide means to you exactly, but I know this represents desolation like you have never felt before.
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