Walk in My Size Nine Shoes


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In my head plays an endless reel of thoughts.  Those thoughts make up my story and my very identity.  I am that person checking out at the store, and I don’t smile at you.  I am the person that doesn’t hold the door for you.  I am the person that doesn’t look up when they are walking down the street.  I am the person that rushes out of crowded places because the noise and happiness is too much for me to handle.

Don’t judge me.  Don’t say, “hey…she is a bitch.”  I am not.  I am really a rather nice person.  A person that is too keen on giving out her heart.  Before you judge me, take a walk in my shoes.  Consider what I have been through.  My story isn’t joyful.  It is filled with tears, pain, heartbreak, loneliness, and failure.  The smile on my face is gone because I haven’t known happiness for so long.  I am not a bitch.  I am simply me.  I am simply grieving.  I am simply depressed.  Before you judge me, take a walk in my shoes.  See my story and maybe you will understand why I didn’t smile.

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