Last night was not a writing night. It was hardly a watching night, either. It was more like a “Oh, depression is going to hit your ass right now and slap you around a bit” sort of night. That’s to say when I returned home about seven PM from a local event, I found it necessary to cry out in frustration and sadness.
Or, as I like to say, Tuesday night.
Depression is a bitch and she’s been showing up a lot of late. It hasn’t made things easy for a while and a friend with whom I was chatting last night via Facebook PM told me that it seems like I hadn’t been myself for at least two months. It’s been more like close to a year, but yeah: since the start of ’17 it’s been a daily struggle to keep on keepin’. I do my best to keep going, but like last night, you want to lay back and cry out and wonder what the hell you are doing.
So there was a bit of vegetating after this event and it was nearly a couple of hours before I got on the computer. I knew I wasn’t going to write–I know I have to, but I didn’t have the will to carry through on my actions. And I really want to start this next section ’cause it’s gonna be good, but you know, depression, that bitch wouldn’t let me.
Therefore, computer. Mostly email, ’cause I haven’t checked it since leaving work. And I spot something I’d seen before leaving work: a message for something LGBT. I almost deleted it thinking someone was asking for money, but surprise, it was from the Racial Justice Program Coordinator of the Harrisburg YWCA and she wanted to know if I’d be interested in being part of their #ShatteringStereotypes video program they do every month, highlighting a different marginalized community and giving examples of some of the stereotypes we encounter. It seemed my name was given to them by the same person who had me speak at the LGBT workshop at the start of this month, which meant this woman wanted to speak with me–
Did I say speak? Actually, they want to do a thirty minutes video interview this afternoon so they can likely find some good quotes to use in their shorter, ten minute video that will come out during Pride Month this June.
There are a lot of times when I really do forget I’m a member of the LGBT community here in The Burg, only because it seems like I have so little interaction with them. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have stories to tell–or hope to offer, for in a way I can offer that to those who have yet to choose the same path upon which I now walk. As someone in the office told me a few weeks back, perhaps my real calling is to become a mentor and speaker and not only pass along what I know, but encourage others to face the same challenge I did and move forward.
Even when you feel you have no value to offer, it someone finds a way to reminding you that there is worth in your life…