
Let me be completely honest with you right from the start: I am an old man, and I don't pretend to understand what it is like to be a teenager today.
The world you are growing up in moves at a speed that makes my head spin. I look at the screens, the constant connectivity, the strange new language, and the immense, heavy pressure you all face just to exist every day, and I realize I am completely out of my depth. I can’t give you advice on how to navigate your social media, and I don’t know the secret to surviving the high school hallways in this day and age.
But what I do know is what it feels like to look in a mirror and wonder if you are enough. I know what it feels like to feel invisible, or worse, targeted by the quiet cruelty of people you thought were your peers. That feeling hasn't changed in seventy years.
Because I don't always have the right words to say out loud, I sit down at my desk and I write. It is my way of trying to reach across the years between us. I write these stories for anyone who has ever felt overwhelmed by the pressure to fit in, or who has lost sight of their own value.
"That heavy feeling in your chest that won't go away isn't a personality flaw. It's a medical condition, and it can be treated—just like a broken arm or asthma."
You've read this far, which means some part of you is still hoping things can get better — hold onto that. You don't need to have all the answers today; you just need to take one small breath, then one small step. And if you do nothing else, remember this: you matter more than the heaviest thing you're carrying.
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