It is possible I have discovered the secret of life and I want to share it with you.
I decided to write this blog entry to tell you one thing: it is imperative to not accept trash in your life. You don't need it and you don't need other people talking down to you. You can do better and must strive to find people who get this.
I was inspired to write this because The 10th Anniversary issue of O magazine featured a column titled "10 Rules I've Unlearned" by Martha Beck. Number 6 was: It matters what people think of me.
She realized her anguish came from her hypothesis that other people's hypothetical hypotheses about her mattered. This insight paralleled a shift away from my own painful imagined fears that carried me through the years.
Happy Birthday, O!
I had this conversation with a woman who talked to me about control freaks.
I realized that we could stay in control when we recognize that it's our right and duty to brook no nonsense and not accept junk attitudes from people.
This has been easier for me to do all along as regards stigma.
Now I can hold this ethic dear with anyone I meet or come in contact with.
The amazing discovery was that I didn't have to forgive myself I had to pull no punches and decide not to co-opt other people's craziness. Their bull crap is not mine or yours to swallow.
It was crystal-clear to me all of a sudden that we cannot be passive recipients of stigma or violence or hate of any kind or rudeness or nonsense.
I understood this when the woman told me I was able to take on the schizophrenia as another thing to fight because I had survived bullying in middle school.
It's true: I fought the hardest battle of my life getting in the ring against the SZ. Anyone who doesn't give us credit for doing this I would strike out of my life.
So I dedicate this blog entry to all you scrappy little fighters out there.
The key to taking control is to get other people on board without their realizing they've done what you want them to. You seduce them instead of berating them and they will come around. I'm not talking about sex: I'm talking a different kind of union where others can't help but view you in a positive light because you've made yourself irresistible.
You don't need people telling you you're trash. God doesn't make junk. You're not that kind of pot or kettle: if they want to project their insecurities on you that's only a reflection of them not you.
This truly amazing discovery has carried me through the past couple of days as I walked about interacting with people.
The woman told me this process of changing would be a life-long one for me.
I have said it before that you should give yourself the gift of a lifetime in which to recover. Recovery is a journey not an endpoint although it is possible to consider yourself recovered from the schizophrenia.
So I urge you to strive to always keep growing as a person.
What can we do?
Give stigma the boot.
Give racism the boot.
Boot out of our lives any fear of what people think of us.
We can do this instead:
Decide to love.
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