When I am sitting alone in a room, a small room, like my bedroom, it can feel like the walls are closing in on me. I feel stressed.
When my sister hurts herself, I feel stressed and sad and scared. When I feel like this I listen to music and put my colourful lights on.
I am proud that I can help myself to feel better.
If I can do something that I think I can’t do, I feel proud.
If I am not as confused as I think I am going to be, I feel proud.
Like when I understand a question in Science.
If I struggle but keep going, then I feel proud.
Sometimes, if I finish questions before other people,
I can help them and we both feel proud.
When I feel proud,
my body tingles,
my shoulders feel light,
the pressure drops and, although I am not,
I feel tall and I feel free.
I am on top of the world and no one can judge me for the person I want to be.
I can have a dream and I can stand out from the crowd.
I can be proud.