HI, I'M KRYSIA BADASS.
Where do I begin when sharing my story?
... The truth is, I am just one tiny artist in this fascinating and brutal world, but I am a survivor that wants to make the world feel more inclusive through art.
I have a story unlike many, yet also like so many.
Just like me, others in this world that have gone through many similar situations that have contributed to decreased mental health and suicide. Unfortunately, I am just one small person of the 280+ million people that suffer from Clinical Depression. I cannot say that I have defeated depression, in fact, I had a two day long breakdown just one day prior to rewriting this page, because the truth is, I deal with it every single day, every waking minute.
My suicidal idealizations severely intensified in 8th grade, a time where I was at a new school with new people in a new state; a time when cruel words were spoken both online, to my face, and behind my back; a time where I could not escape the pain of classmates antagonizing my existence even when I was in (what was supposed to be) the safety of my home. I had a rock hard back brace to stop my spine curvature from worsening, one pair of pants that fit, and five name-brand T-shirts I saved up for to purchase from Platos Closet, in attempts to fit in. All while living in a house filled with uncomfortable memories of unwanted advancements by unwanted predators (to no fault of my parents; they were never aware); nor was this the first home of such advancements.
I distinctly remember replaying Eminem's song, Beautiful, on repeat as I sobbed beneath this chunky old wooden desk in our rental house outside of Detroit. I had IM'd (instant message for all you youngins) a fellow newbie at the school, traumatically asking if he would care if I was alive; I had finished writing my suicide note and was ensuring everything was in order before I decided to take a knife to my skin.
I was pleading to God to take me away from this cruel world that I so desperately did not want to partake in.
Between the pain of disapproving school teachers, unwanted peers, and a home where I felt unsafe, I was struggling to find a reason to live.