Category Archives: Bullying

My nickname was chigger…what’s yours?

So proud of Hannah, my Australian friend, who is sharing how bullying affects her life.

May Your Candle Always Shine Bright
My Name is Hannah, I have major depression and I’m 19 years old, through getting diagnosed with this was due to being bullied all my entire schooling by students at school and on social media (Facebook, MSN, text messages, Prank Calls,) Some of the names i was getting called made me have low self esteem and i didn’t feel comfortable around a lot of people. When going through primary school i had hardly any friends so basically having no one to talk too and that impacted on me when it became recess and lunchtime i would prefer not to eat because i didn’t feel right and didn’t have anyone to sit with and have a chat like everyone else did. When being told to get up for school i use too not like it because of similar problems going on everyday and that students were pressuring me and calling me names and starting bullying me and when trying to tell teachers they wouldn’t listen they would take the other persons side of the story. When having no friends at primary school i use to hang around with my sister and get told of by the teachers for doing it. So ended up sitting by myself and felt uncomfortable and isolated and unsafe. When i started high school that was a different story i made some friends that actually cared about me. But then there were days new people moved to the school and made friends with them so i then got pushed away and ended up having no friends so i use to hang around my locker and stayed right next to it and had people laugh at me and made fun of me because i was standing around my locker and ended up having things thrown at me sticky tape around my lock people shaking them so all my books fell out when i opened it food wrapped around it even also glue and they use to push there friends into my locker and make fun of me when i use to do sport because i wasn’t the fittest girl in school and i use to feel really shy around people and then they would spread Rumors about me around the school and post them on Facebook and ended up being behind my back. These certain people Kept bullying me from year 7 to year 12 and would prank call me at home and at school and being at school i use to get in trouble for it. When i went to tell a teacher about this i would get all the blame for it and they would say ignore it and truthfully i didn’t work it kept happening so then i ended up going home every night to my family crying and depressed because i was getting bullied that much i was scared about going back to school the next day. So then i reached year 12 and a really close friend messaged me at night time and thought i rang her and said i wanted to commit suicide when i didn’t and she rang me during the night and i said to her i didn’t do it and ended up ringing the police on me because she thought i was in danger and i would never do that so then i woke my parents and told them so they rang i rang the police and asked them what was going on and they were going to come out and do a welfare check on me so before that happened my parents rang the police and said i was perfectly fine. By the end of getting bullied so much i had enough and ended up sitting down in my bedroom and writing a bullying speech about how i felt and read it out in front of my school which had 600 people and i was so scared doing it after that i had teachers crying and students coming up to me and saying sorry and what a good job i did.
I dont know what i would do without my family supporting me.
Hannah xx
Thank you Hannah very much for sharing this with us Courageous Angels Goal Team

Rebuilding Around Loss

rebuilding around the loss

True … never the same and hardly whole. This poster surrounding the loss of a loved one helped me find the words to convey the sheer relentless agony of watching my other two children grow older then their big sister. Watching my daughter’s friends (who, after the loss, quickly became and remain our dear friends) move on to college, and now, as they get married and start families. As much as they loved and remember Rana, most can’t include us in their big day, not their happiest of days.

Behind the smiles at my younger daughter’s wedding, lived the reality that her real Maid of Honor would be watching from above. Now baby sister is having her first child. Aunt Rana should be here! I do feel Rana’s spiritual presence but oh how I want her nieces and nephews to know her physical hugs! Everyday, I miss Rana’s hugs.

Judge Hammond – do you stand by your sentencing of the two men that took Rana’s hope and changed the lives of so many people? How do you sleep at night having given only 1 year of house arrest?? All because the grandfather of one of the predators drove for some Senator. Who?

I’ll always want my Rana back, our family back … Though somehow we have and continue to rebuild through, around, with, over, under our loss.

Bullying MUST stop. Sexual assault is the worst form of bullying. It has existed through the ages. So what needs to change? EXPOSURE. Let’s stop the definition of insanity – doing the same things expecting different results. What can we do differently? TALK, TELL. Quit acting like it doesn’t exist or it’s no big deal.

Let’s talk and not run from the tough topics – Joel Osteen I DO love your messages and I’m not saying to dwell on the evil. We must walk through fire without smelling of smoke so that we might effect positive change! We can’t turn a blind in order to “remain clean” while our brothers suffer in pain. We must stop and tend to those beaten down and left to die on the side of the road!

Never Promised a Rose Garden … by Lisa Thornton

A tribute to my sweet Grandmother who loved Johnny Mathis. A twin and one of eight children, she grew up in rural Maryland on a farm that still had an outhouse. Her mother died of tuberculosis when she was a teenager. She helped run the farm and raise her younger siblings.

After marriage and having four boys, including twins, her husband was diagnosed with throat cancer. She learned how to use a feeding tube (a second belly button they joked) to nourish his failing frail body.

To provide for their family she served on the line of a school cafeteria. Before daylight her middle son (my Dad) rode her there on the handle bars of his bicycle.

I can’t recall her ever raising her voice. Just the opposite, when I acted out, she got somber and quietly explained what I did to upset her and why it was wrong, in a voice I had to strain to hear. Though my dad tells a different story, one where Gram sent misbehaving boys out in the yard to pick out their hickory switch … Her honest simple ways made me a better person.

“I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden.” Bad things happen to good people. We can’t succumb to feelings of hopelessness even in our darkest hours.

Healing Hearts Retreat: Aug. 2-4

This retreat is designed to help bring about the healing for women who have suffered any type of sexual abuse. The Cedarbrake Retreat facilitators strive to provide a very safe, comfortable, loving and supportive environment so that par­ticipants are able to begin or to continue their healing process. The retreat begins on Friday evening and concludes Sunday at noon. The cost for the weekend retreat is $125 per person. A limited number of scholarships (discount price) are available. To register for this retreat please call (254) 780-2436 and ask for Beverly.

I’ll be there.

Outlawed in Pakistan

The brave girl in this documentary has been fighting back since 2009 when four men attacked her. She and her family had to move to another town and lost everything seeking justice. Because the thirteen year old girl was defiled she can never marry and risks being killed by her own family members. As horrific as this story is, one doesn’t have to stretch beyond our own borders to find injustice and violence.

After two men attacked Rana while visiting relatives in Florida she kept it inside. In the end she couldn’t cope with what had happened. We must rally & break the silence in order to effect positive change at home and abroad.


Is my Tween Video-Chatting with Strangers???

I invite your video-chatting tween to read Rana’s sobering story about how a nationally ranked 14 year old gymnast lost her life – because she trusted strangers

Parenting And Stuff


I didn’t post a lot lately, being engaged in my new parents site, .

It’s coming up nicely I think! 60 Contributors already.

The variety of contributors results in discussing many topics, some are fairly new to me. I bet that I’m not alone here.

A naive parent I am,  a species that cannot survive for long in the 21 century.

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Breaking the Silence for “Life is too Short to be Mad or Sad all the Time” Rana

How does a judge tell the parents of a victim, “your daughter may still be here if you hadn’t pursued ‘this;'” and proceed to give two rapists one year of house arrest?? God help us all – Break the silence!

Vent with Me!

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Childhood secrets

There needs to be another indicator of support then a “like.” Thank you for sharing and helping to break the silence Kay. So many suffer in silence and shame, finding unhealthy ways to deal with the PTSD of dating violence & sexual assaults. Opening up, talking, admitting the magnitude of the problem – these are the first step in affecting positive change. Keep believing Kay, for victims of abuse are less than … no more!