Embracing My Intelligence

I used to hate myself for being who I am. Because if you're too smart among stupidity, you're the one who sounds stupid.

At first, I knew I wasn't stupid, so I would say what I think out loud. But I received so much hate as kid just for being smart that I ended up thinking I was crazy.

It took me years of depression, medication, and drugs to realize that I was actually not crazy, but maybe just smart.

You can't imagine how furious I was with myself. I was mad at myself, not the world. Because when I was young, I promised myself that I would always stay strong and believe in myself. But I'm still human at the end of the day.

Now I know better who I am in this world, and trust me, I would go homeless and eat from the trash before letting anything disturb my inner peace and mindset. Now I don't seek validation from the majority because I figured out that a less intelligent person can't recognize a smart person. The world is overwhelmed by stupidity. So I only care about the ones who know what's up.