Sharing your story is healing, and it will free you from the incarceration of the mind.
by Marianne Valencia
Attending P.O.P.S has made me realize I was hiding behind my own body. I came to P.O.P.S not knowing what the club was about. I knew a few people who went to the club. I decided to go one day. During the third week in the club I got comfortable with my fellow classmates and other students who attended P.O.P.S.
During class Mr. Danziger was having us write our personal essays for college and I was having trouble putting my story on paper. He told me, “Go somewhere in your house that is quiet and for six minutes write whatever you remember about that experience,” so I did that and I produced a wonderful story.
This story made me brush off pain I had held onto for years. This pain was covering me up, not letting me be myself. It was like dusting a self off that had been covered in dust and you could not see its beauty behind the mounds of dust.
I found myself quite light after I wrote it. It relieved me.
P.O.P.S was a space I could be free and share my story with students going through the same pain of incarceration of the mind, of not letting your thoughts or feelings be heard by someone.
I found out that I needed help and moral support from others. I thought I was alone, but I was wrong!
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