My birthday had come. It was the end of June and I was not looking forward to it. I would be turning 30 and I hated the idea of being at the stereotypical age where you are no longer “young” and are expected to become a stereotypical “grown-up” overnight more or less. Given what life’s expectations in society were, even in a clearly different time for millennials, I was expected to be living independently and have a full-time job and the whole shebang at this point. And if I didn’t, there must be something wrong with me or I’m “spoiled” or “using my past life as an excuse”.
But this is when I had a great idea, even though it was based on very infuriating and scary circumstances. I was not going to celebrate my birthday. Instead, I was going to attend a protest in the Boston Common in response to child immigrants on the Mexican border being put in cages and being separated from their families. That among other forms of anti-immigration, bigotry and torture all summoned by Donald Fucking Trump. So I went with my mother and a bunch people of our local church and we marched through the Boston Commons with a large banner welcoming immigrant families.
While all of this was going on, I was constantly checking my phone. Not just to take pictures and videos of the march and parts of the two rallies, but to see how a brand new blog post was holding up, on somebody else’s blog that is. And I will very much admit. Her blog was and probably still very much is, a lot more popular than mine. But that’s okay. She was one of the very first people I connected with on twitter from the Mental Health Community. And yes, if you read the previous chapter of this series I posted yesterday, I am referring to the advocate/blogger with Fibromialgia. She had a tweet a few weeks prior asking if anyone was interested in writing a story about why they have PTSD, submit it to her via DM and then she will post it on her blog in a PTSD series, all written by different people who know her on twitter and..you guessed it..suffer from PTSD. This was the day where she would post my story about being restrained and held down to the ground constantly in my old junior high era schools after being taken away from public school because Columbine happened and I had nothing to do with that. But I digress. It was performing fairly well as 8 or so people had “liked” it and this was on a WordPress account so it was a lot more interactive than the Blogspot account I was still primarily using. I was starting to consider using WordPress instead so then I could follow all of the bloggers on twitter I know and then share each others posts as well. Speaking of a blogging community, there was someone who I had recently followed to which she followed back and wanted to connect with me over a new website she had coming up related to mental health chatting, social media and blogging. I was thrilled to help her make this happen and partner up. So when she DM’d me about the opportunity to help promote this new site and give her tips on what the best and most effective ways to do it are, by then I had some good answers. I was only on twitter with my new account for 2 months so far but while 2018 was half over, I felt like that year officially began when I started this blog and my numbness from depression evaporated. You compare this to all of 2017 and the first couple months of 2018, you get an entirely different world seen through my eyes which are finally NOT covered by a blindfold most of the time.
Having said all of that, this was STILL only the beginning…(to be cont’d)