“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” A rhyme from our childhood. A tease. A taunt. Childhood is supposed to be a wonderful time in our life. Yet, for many of our children, childhood takes on a different color…not the perfect rainbow confection we dream about, but painted with shades of grey and brown and black and nothingness.
Today we’re going to talk about a very different kind of grief: The grief of losing your sense of identity and personal safety. We’re going to talk about being bullied. Join me as we talk with a young woman, who is just about to launch herself into an exceptional high school program dedicated to aviation and aerospace. It is an exciting time for her. Yet this amazing young woman carries with her the last remnants of a hurt that occurred awhile ago, but still breathes a faint echo in her life today. Please send your thoughts, comments, or suggestions to us at firstname.lastname@example.org, or visit our website at www.griefinc.com.