I was 7. So young yet, so old. My mind was full of things. Adult things like homosexuality and death. Things a child should not even think of. My head spun like a carousel Endlessly. Tears streamed down my face while I lied down on my bed alone. Acceptance.  I have learnt it the hard way. Through losing a best friend because she does not feel the same way as I do. Through crying endlessly because my loved ones are going to die one day and I’m going to as well. The consequence?  Not being able to see the beauty of life.

“Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.” – J.K Rowling