Prior to becoming a freedom fighter, I had a pretty miserable year at the time. During my work at my aunt's daycare, I felt dehumanized, especially at the time where my co-workers forced me to get jabbed. Heck, even my mom is pushing it too. Everyone said I have a hard-head, and I felt depressed. Not to mention after all my co-workers got jabbed, they got aggressive, and at the time I was a level 1 teacher, I got reported and told my aunt I suck, and that I am fat and ugly and I should die (not true, but they were hard on me, but not in the critical way). Luckily, I left a few weeks before I attended the rallies, and I never looked back (lol). I feel even more human despite what my old social circle says about me.