6 Years Later
I've been thinking long and hard about what I want to write about for my anniversary post. I started listing off different options and finally settled on it. But now that I've come to actually writing it, it just doesn't feel right. Don't get me wrong, it is a topic I want to talk about some day. Right now, with everything going on around us, it just doesn't feel like the right time to preach about something like that. Instead I want to use this to reflect on the past couple of months.
I'm not going to preach politics. It's not what I do here, that's not the purpose of this blog. This blog was built to be a support system to anyone who is in need and right now, I think everyone needs a little love, support, respect, and understanding. I'm not going to go into specifics because that's not the point of this. Instead I want to say that no matter what happens, you, yes you reading this, belong. I care. I will fight with you and fight next to you.
We all deserve the same respect as everyone no matter what our skin color is, the religion we practice, or the disabilities we've faced. I've been an outsider. I know how it feels and it is the worst feeling in the world. I've felt alone, rejected by society for numerous reasons, and I've been a target of bullying.
Growing up I was obviously very different. In high school I was labeled an anorexic and constantly was asked if I ever ate. I didn't eat at school very often because of the amount of pain I was in and eating just made it worse. I never let it show but still today it hurts. I didn't like hanging out with my "friend" group at the time because I knew what was being said about me. I knew what they thought.
I've been in multiple work situations where I felt belittled because I was a female. You'd think that those things stop in high school, that in the real world people have grown up enough to realize that women have the same worth as men. Unfortunately, we don't and I had first hand experience with it. As much as I tried to get through it and continue working hard to prove my worth, it was eating at me. I couldn't help that.
Within the last year I left a workplace that I didn't feel welcomed in, took a risk, and somehow found a job I love and am good at. In the last year, I let go and allowed myself to love again. In the last year, the same strong support system helped me take those jumps and made sure I didn't talk myself into messing them up. This time a year I always think about why I made it through all of that. It's been 6 years since my transplant and 20 years since I was diagnosed...I still don't have an answer. While I have a lot to be happy for in the past year, the fight is never over.
I truly believe that every person has a purpose in life. I have no idea what mine is, if you know yours you're one of the lucky ones. What I do know is life is too short to waste it. Life is too short to not put in the work to figure out your purpose. Maybe you never actually know, maybe the journey is all that really matters. Maybe its the fight you put up along the way. Although our fights aren't the same, here is a small reminder that there is always someone that will fight with/for you. I will be there through your fight. Just keep your head down and push your way through.
I'm not going to preach politics. It's not what I do here, that's not the purpose of this blog. This blog was built to be a support system to anyone who is in need and right now, I think everyone needs a little love, support, respect, and understanding. I'm not going to go into specifics because that's not the point of this. Instead I want to say that no matter what happens, you, yes you reading this, belong. I care. I will fight with you and fight next to you.
We all deserve the same respect as everyone no matter what our skin color is, the religion we practice, or the disabilities we've faced. I've been an outsider. I know how it feels and it is the worst feeling in the world. I've felt alone, rejected by society for numerous reasons, and I've been a target of bullying.
Growing up I was obviously very different. In high school I was labeled an anorexic and constantly was asked if I ever ate. I didn't eat at school very often because of the amount of pain I was in and eating just made it worse. I never let it show but still today it hurts. I didn't like hanging out with my "friend" group at the time because I knew what was being said about me. I knew what they thought.
I've been in multiple work situations where I felt belittled because I was a female. You'd think that those things stop in high school, that in the real world people have grown up enough to realize that women have the same worth as men. Unfortunately, we don't and I had first hand experience with it. As much as I tried to get through it and continue working hard to prove my worth, it was eating at me. I couldn't help that.
Within the last year I left a workplace that I didn't feel welcomed in, took a risk, and somehow found a job I love and am good at. In the last year, I let go and allowed myself to love again. In the last year, the same strong support system helped me take those jumps and made sure I didn't talk myself into messing them up. This time a year I always think about why I made it through all of that. It's been 6 years since my transplant and 20 years since I was diagnosed...I still don't have an answer. While I have a lot to be happy for in the past year, the fight is never over.
I truly believe that every person has a purpose in life. I have no idea what mine is, if you know yours you're one of the lucky ones. What I do know is life is too short to waste it. Life is too short to not put in the work to figure out your purpose. Maybe you never actually know, maybe the journey is all that really matters. Maybe its the fight you put up along the way. Although our fights aren't the same, here is a small reminder that there is always someone that will fight with/for you. I will be there through your fight. Just keep your head down and push your way through.
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