Over the past 48 hours I have had a series of conversations about struggles with addiction, suicide and a message exchange with a person who had overdosed. All of these individuals were complete strangers to me whom I have never met. Followers of my profiles on social media who felt safe speaking with me in their darkest and most vulnerable moments. Me. A complete stranger known to them as a woman in photographs.
Last night I found myself at the ER to be available to support one of these individuals, and as I sat in the waiting room I wondered, "Why me? Why the stranger and not the police, paramedics or the mental health line?" Why was a stranger seemingly viewed as more comfortable to speak with than those who live to help those in crisis?
My friends often call me a 'Superhero' and it has become an unofficial nickname, I suppose. One I am not sure I deserve. Hearing these individuals share their stories with me made me see them as the heroes; reaching out to a person unknown and asking for help. How I wish others would be available to listen, to assist and live a life of empathy and compassion to those who find themselves in crisis. I am not a Superhero, just a woman who has been in their shoes before and knows their pain ❤️To those who shared with me, please keep in touch. And know you are never a burden and absolutely needed in this world 🌏
7 years ago I'd arrived to Boston for school, much earlier than - as it turned out - I actually needed to be there. I had purchased a one-way ticket, packed a single backpack and had 26 dollars to my name. Armed only with my own concern and the newfound kindness of others, I managed to scrape by on these things alone, making sure I wasn't on the streets or without food.
Fast-forward and I'm starting a menswear store, then taking a trip to a remote country, then several more countries, then a train trip across America, then Australia. What I set out to do all these years ago has changed drastically and in no set plan of intention.
I take it on the chin as often as I can, one step at a time like anyone else, and give it all I can with the same hunger I had when I was buying a jar of pickles from the dollar store just to get by.
You have no clue what life has for you, but if you're willing to see what you're full of, ten times out of ten I'd make a safe bet that it's a good life.
Thank you to everyone who has made my journey just that, everyday i am more humbled, more in awe and more thrilled for the things to come.