Not Depressed Enough

Growing up I cemented a behavior of comparison into my personality. By comparing myself to others I would gauge how I was doing in every possible aspect.

When I was miserable in school, because I was teased, left out, sometimes got stray hits and kicks, I compared this to bullying described in the books and magazines. Those kids there got their noses bloodied, their backpacks filled with water and were literally driven out of town by their tormenters.
I concluded that what happened to me was really nothing even though it felt like everything.

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