This is the awkward moment where I realize it's been a long time since I talked to you and you're all "why haven't you called?" and I'm like "I've been busy. I meant to." And you're all "Mmm hmm. Right." Then you twirl your hair and stare at me like you're imagining stabbing me in the eye with your fork. I have no excuses. Except the usual [insert melodramatic monologue about babies, work, and why Ann Curry is the Antichrist].
...back to my point...
I'm working on something. A movement, of sorts. I can't take this era of bullying. I just can't. I can't sit back and read about all these kids killing themselves. I just can't. So I will do something.
I.Will. Do. Something.
And hopefully, so will you.
Join me next Monday. It will all make sense next Monday.
You always knew I was a tease.
Until then, please share your stories. Have you ever been bullied? Do you know someone who has?
Forward this on. I want to hear as many stories as possible.