Good-For-Nothing: I Once Believed Him

Why are we so vulnerable to others' judgement? What makes us accept tags, hide behind them, lower our personality, silence down our inner voice and let them define us? Why do we bend our heads to sarcastic remarks, allow getting bullied or worse, from childhood and throughout life? Is it because of fear, depression, low self-esteem? Or are all these just by-products? Is Happiness only real in fairy tales or only reserved to others? No way! Or, not any more! Long live Happy Endings! Or Happy...