So, today I officially started what is going to be a long but definitely worth it task of putting together the greatest and most beneficial charity event that anyone has ever seen. This is by far one of the most exciting things I have ever done and I can't wait to get it all together and see the end result. I am blessed to have such a great support system in regard to this cause and so many people reaching out to me to see if they can help. Only one day since I announced it and already more than I imagined. It makes me so happy because it shows me that people are paying attention to what I have to say and are supportive of my blog which to be honest I was a little nervous that it would flop. I had my apprehensions about just telling my whole life good and bad, holding nothing back. I was afraid of what people would think of me and afraid that my family would have one more thing to be embarrassed about when it came to me. And for some family members that was the case and I was told that it was inappropriate to reveal all my dirty laundry, which in some instances revealed theirs as well.
Those are the people that wear facades every day not revealing who they really are, trying to appear perfect to the world. Someone that I never want to be. All I wanna be is just me, which is perfectly flawed. The way God intended me to be. But in telling my story I have achieved exactly what I set out to do, to get into the minds of fellow mental health patients and make them comfortable enough to speak out about their illness. And get into the hearts of the ones that don't making them non-judgemental and comfortable enough to hear it. And that folks is all anyone that suffers from this really wants, which is acceptance. For so long though that was unheard of. Pretty much all of my life actually. So needless to say most of my life has been spent lonely and isolated, like so many others like me. But I'd like to think that through this blog and through my story I have made a difference. That maybe, just maybe every day I'm able to get through to at least one child, one mother, one father or one brother or sister and make them realize that their life does matter and they go on to live another day knowing that they are special in their own way. After all, we are all perfect imperfections of who we are destined to be and we are children of God, and he never makes a mistake...
Those are the people that wear facades every day not revealing who they really are, trying to appear perfect to the world. Someone that I never want to be. All I wanna be is just me, which is perfectly flawed. The way God intended me to be. But in telling my story I have achieved exactly what I set out to do, to get into the minds of fellow mental health patients and make them comfortable enough to speak out about their illness. And get into the hearts of the ones that don't making them non-judgemental and comfortable enough to hear it. And that folks is all anyone that suffers from this really wants, which is acceptance. For so long though that was unheard of. Pretty much all of my life actually. So needless to say most of my life has been spent lonely and isolated, like so many others like me. But I'd like to think that through this blog and through my story I have made a difference. That maybe, just maybe every day I'm able to get through to at least one child, one mother, one father or one brother or sister and make them realize that their life does matter and they go on to live another day knowing that they are special in their own way. After all, we are all perfect imperfections of who we are destined to be and we are children of God, and he never makes a mistake...