Courageous Post: Ms. Kopf resists bullying

2015

I am the one who was afraid of every new day ... Frau Kopf - a young woman from Berlin - wrote down how terrible victims of mobbing feel.

Ms. Kopf is an artist from Berlin who shares her creative thoughts on the blog Kopfkultur.
Photo: facebook.com/Koppkultur

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... I am the one who was afraid to get on the school bus. The one who was afraid of every new day ... "
Confessions of the party
The whole bullying text of Mrs. Kopf:
"Hello It's Me.

This text of a young woman from Berlin brings just a lot of people in Germany to brooding - and to shame. Ms. Kopf, as the artist calls herself online, has relentlessly written down how one feels as a bullying victim:

... I am the one who was afraid to get on the school bus. The one who was afraid of every new day ... "

Her drastic words seem to be exactly what many, many people out there already felt: so far, the Post has collected more than 3300 likes and hundreds of comments.

Confessions of perpetrators

Amazing confessions can be found in the comments. One of them comes from a "perpetrator" who regrets today: "I used to be the culprit! I could now list the reasons to justify myself, but that would be just cheap and miserable excuses! There are no reasons - stay with me just my shame and the sincere and heartfelt apology! "

The post not only helps victims of mobbing redeeming openness, it also helps to make it clear to mobbing perpetrators of the drastic consequences their shameful actions have on their victims.

The whole bullying text of Mrs. Kopf:

"Hello It's Me.

I am the one you used to call ugly sow.
I am the one who was throwing food scraps in the schoolyard, sticking chewing gum into their hair, spitting on them, throwing cigarettes and always putting their feet on

I am the one who was afraid to get on the school bus.
The one who was afraid of every new day.
The one who still sometimes believes that when they laugh heartily, people recognize the despicable and ugly clown in me.
The one who wanted death, who applauded when she fell or cried.
I'm the one to devote to abuse that was beaten on the way to school and forced to whimper for mercy on my knees.

The one who knows what bullying means, even if it was then called "teasing".

I am the one who can not even be angry with the perpetrators, nor the observers and those who have failed.
Not the ignorant teacher, not the ignorant parents and not the children, who needed an image of the enemy to feel strength together.

I am the one who hopes that the children of those who do this will never have to experience such a thing.
I'm the one who wants to hug small, sad-looking children to tell them that all the bad tongues out there are wrong.
And they do.
Still and louder.

Today I do not cry anymore, I grew up and sometimes even a little bit strong, and I was lucky that the demon Internet still did not bite.
If I had to go this stony way today, I would probably be completely broken.
How do the tender souls manage these days?
I dont know.
I only hope and know the error of those who want to tell you and you and you, that you are wrong, too different, too ugly, too fat, too thin, too big or too small.
You are wrong!
And you?
You become big and strong, if you have not been there for a long time.
You will know better and be sensitive to those who need sensitivity and security.
You will grow.

In this sense, no fear of new days, protective hands, strong hearts, now and then deaf ears, thinking minds and the hope that man may find his strength elsewhere than in pain. "