I was 7 when my spirit was broken for the first time.

Being a child with a very high vibration, I was used to being redirected, and even disciplined.

This was different.

This woman looked at me like I was feral. This woman spoke to me like I was a disappointment. This woman treated me like I was exhausting.

This woman was my 2nd grade teacher.

She taught me to feel uncomfortable.

She taught me, my ideas were too much.

She taught me, my creativity was a burden.

I didn’t deserve that.

No child deserves that.

She taught me that being myself wasn’t okay.