I’m troubled.

I’m troubled because we live in a world where a kid can be bullied to the point of attempting suicide just for watching and liking a show meant for children.

I’m troubled because he can still be taunted at and called horrible names while lying in a hospital bed all from the same type of misogynistic prejudice that came from his bullies.

I’m troubled because he’s still a kid. He’s still supposed to like things kids can like. Innocent and carefree. He’s 11. An eleven-year-old who thought that suicide was the best way out. To end it all.

The world is full of troubles, but this shouldn’t have been one of them.

Stay strong, Michael. We’re all rooting for you.