The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

Chelsie kryst’s Was everything in the world; she was full of life.
One of the things that made her full of life was her bubbly personality and her ability to get along with everyone. Many people may not know this about Chelsie. She was a well-known attorney; she was very Booksmart.

She succeeded at anything she put her mind to, no matter what, and the best part about her was she always did it with a smile. She succeeded at anything she put her mind to, no matter what, and the best part about her was she always did it with a smile.

Once she decided to go after becoming Miss USA in 2019, many people or I should say the world and social media itself, ridiculed her for being the oldest miss USA in 2019. Unfortunately, social media is a disease that many people become addicted to.

Unfortunately, we live in a time where social media is everything because everything you do and become is social media. However, social media can be a positive tool; it can open many doors and lead to opportunities like Chelise did Right after her crowning in 2019.

No One knew that she suffered from high-functioning depression, which means you can work through a regular day and act like nothing is wrong; everything is OK because it was straightforward for her to cover her pain with a simple smile on her face to make it through her day.

Once the lights and camera were off, no one understood what she was going through mentally and how bad she was battling with herself every day.

I was compelled to do the story because I believe she and I share many similarities; even though I didn’t know her personally, I just knew what I saw on social media TV that she would share about herself.

Depression is like a cloud of smoke and mirror, exceptionally high functioning depression. The world never knows when you’re up to or down or when you feel disconnected from people you should feel like you can go to when you need some connection.

I can relate to the story because I secretly suffer from depression, but it would be difficult to tell that I’m depressed because I’m always smiling.

I love being around my friends, and I always find a way to turn conversations about me and make them about my friends and make sure that they’re OK and doing everything they have to do to keep Their mental health in check.

Social media does not make life any easier for anyone, especially a public figure the way she was. I can’t purposely blame social media; I could blame the people behind social media, who always hurt the rude comments. People don’t think before speaking and do not realize that their words can affect someone’s mental health.

It’s easy for people who don’t have to deal with mental health to tell someone else who does deal with it to talk to someone or disconnect themselves from social media platforms that help us make a living. Still, no one knows the struggle of having am feeling negativity all around you even before you wake up.

The trigger of my depression is my environment and the people in it because those supposed to be loving and supportive constantly beat me down by making me feel unworthy.

Unworthy of belittling me with their negative words Towards my person. Such as I’m fat, you need to lose weight, why can’t you do things for yourself?

Funny but not so funny I don’t need anyone to remind me why I can’t do things for myself; I know exactly why I can’t do certain things for myself because my body is a prison.

I’ve been in jail for 40 years. I’m in prison for 40 years in my own body has not been easy, but I make it look easy. After all, I’m constantly smiling even though, deep down inside, I wish I could end it all because I would no longer have to hear the negativity from those who are supposed to be my family.

I am a blogger who loves to share all parts of my life, including the ugly side of my life. Some of my blog posts have been controversial between myself and my family.

My family is the type of family that should stay in the home whatever happens in the household. But, most importantly, we’re not the type of family to share our feelings or `cry unless it is out of anger, and we don’t speak about our issues.

My family justifies the way they make me feel about myself because she isolates herself from the rest of us, so that’s why she feels like she’s the black sheep of the family. They don’t realize that every word that comes out of their mouth is a mental struggle for me.

It’s difficult to see the light when so much darkness surrounds me. I think the only thing that keeps me going is that I love blogging, just like she loves being a correspondent for television and sharing herself on social media and masking the fact that she was battling with herself in the world.

I fight myself every day because I’m reminded that I can’t do certain things for myself and that I would never be able to live a quote on “everyday life. Everyone tells me I need stricter skin and not to pay attention to the rest of the world.

Still, it’s kind of difficult for others to speak from their point of use when they don’t have to live your life; they don’t have to mask their lives with a smile to make it through the day, and that’s what I have to do every single day of my life is put on a mask and make it through the day.

One thing the world has to stop saying is I understand how you feel; if you haven’t walked a mile in my shoes, you have no idea what my days are like.

One other thing people should be asking is what do you need for me to make it a better day for yourself?

Life is too short, and depression is natural, so let’s be kind to each other and learn how to ask the right questions; those suffering from mental illness need to say, hey, today’s not a good day.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis