We have have things in our lives that cloud us with the feeling of isolation. It could be the story of something you’ve seen, felt, heard or lived.
When I was growing up my mother was the strongest person I knew (and still is). As a young immigrant from England, my mother had to experience things that no one in this world ever should. Through pain and trauma, my mother beat many odds– by putting herself through school and raising a family.
If you meet my mother, you wouldn’t know these things. She has raised four strong willed and resilient children, all on her own. Our family is not perfect. I haven’t spoken to my sister in years and we all mourn a brother who’s lost. But we’re all successful in our own rights.
From what I’ve learned in the past two years especially, is that we all have these stories. We’ve all been through things that no one should have to go through. We all bleed from different injuries, in different ways.
The things I’ve been through have only made me stronger, smarter, and more empathetic. It’s unfortunate that it sometimes takes tragedy to show us a new perspective.
To those who stories they cannot tell: If anything, I hope you try. I hope you still imagine yourself as a child, full of curiosity and innocence. You can tell your stories in a way that you keep yourself safe. Through art, work, hiking, or merely being a friend.