People often ask me why I tell my story, that they would never tell anyone they had Cancer. I never thought of NOT telling my story. It’s come out in different ways than I thought but I’ve always known that anyone who would listen, would have to know that: “I’m a young black woman who’s been through so much; BUT I made it”. I haven’t made it yet but, I really feel that I will.
Some people pray so hard and still don’t get their intended result. I’m realistic. I understand that death could happen but it could happen to any one of us, at any time. Why not try and make life better for yourself and others while you’re here?
I recently posted on my Facebook page that if anyone needed someone to talk to, or vent frustrations to, they could email me. I don’t have all the answers but I do know that so many young people are killing themselves. The feeling of vulnerability and fear, the honest chills of being alone in a world of millions draws people to the deep end. The friends I have lost because of my illness have made me feel the most lonely and forgotten. I just feel like I have to help people who could possibly feel like they have no hope. There’s hope, there’s people that care whether you believe in a God or not.
For Lent, I gave up feeling inadequate in my thinking about my own life. I spend so much time feeling bad that I don’t have the life I see on Instagram, that I forgot that I have my own reality. Life is what I make it. Anything anyone else has, I can also have to. Just in my own time. I can’t sit back and hate on someone else because I don’t have what material things they have. My “wants” are on pause, but WHEN I’m better, I’ll step my game up and make sure I’ll only be in competition with myself.
Be the change you want to see in the world. I STRONGLY believe if we all can do that, we will see and know peace.