Rejected, Labeled, and Still Standing

There was a time when I believed that if I just explained myself, people would understand. But no matter how hard I tried, I was reduced to a label — “crazy,” “unstable,” “dangerous.” I was rejected by the people I trusted most, criminalized by a system that never heard my voice, and laughed at by the very services meant to help me. In this post, I share the emotional toll of being misunderstood — and the strength it took to keep standing when I felt completely unseen. This is for anyone who has ever been judged by their diagnosis instead of their humanity.