It is in human nature to talk and share stories and experiences but in some cases the flow of words which is essential for story telling breaks, even though you are trying your best but the words just won’t come out. They call it a stutter I call it the nightmare. I was ridiculed, bullied and teased my whole child hood, under confident, never made friends not because I never wanted to but because nobody wanted to be “f..f…friends” with me. They called me names and the worst part was that I was declared disabled by the school. They think it helps somehow but honestly, it only makes it worse. I was constantly being reminded with my disability with every mail I got and with them treating me like I was different or special. Nobody wants that, why can’t they consider me normal? I always thought that. The older I got the bitter and angry I became. I never talked so people started to think that I was selfish, rude or even angry at them. The insecurities engulfed my wh...