i get so fucking emotional thinking about how much misha got bullied as a child.
i mean, i was bullied when i was younger. it led to a lot of problems for me, health-wise, and it would get to the point where i would start having panic attacks on the way to school thinking about what could happen that day. and i was terrified about the long-term repercussions it could have on my character. how bitter, angry, resentful i could get at times - it was horrifying.
misha was constantly attacked and ostracized. he wasn’t conventional by any means, he didn’t have a “normal” (as subjective as that term is) childhood, and he was punished for it. he was treated like shit, pushed around, ridiculed, thrown in dumpsters. he self-harmed, had little money, was homeless at times.
but fucking look at him now.
he’s running a goddamn charity. he has a beautiful, loving family. he’s broken guinness world records. he preaches kindness and compassion and global unity. he’s saved lives. nasa fucking named a mountain on mars after something he started.
misha collins is a fucking inspiration for anyone who has ever felt like they didn’t fit in. he is a fucking inspiration for anyone who has ever had a tough school life, or a tough home life, or a tough life in general. the lengths we could go to, the things we could accomplish, given the right attitude and strength of character.
misha collins is a fucking miracle.
whenever i am sad i remember that misha collins exists. he inspires me.