It’s hard being an activist. It’s actually a term I shy away from… I mean, since when did just being a good person mean you were an activist? Since when did speaking truth mean you are labelled a rebel? Since when did being kind, open, and inclusive mean you’re actually weird and strange and brave?
And I get it.
When I first started talking about my depression, and owning that I have it, it was terrifying. Not only was there that fear that I wasn’t perfect ('omg, what if people find out?') – but there was the 100% realisation that I was speaking, out loud, about my ‘broken’ imperfect bits. There was no ‘maybe they won’t notice’ and all of a sudden that got replaced with, “This is me, exactly me, all my human bits”. And you know what? It was the most fucking freeing thing I’ve ever done.
Because when you own your bits, no one can hold them against you.
They try. Some people find it awkward and uncomfortable and – get this – “a bit depressing” when I talk about the hardships in life. So I say, let’s go there. What if I do talk about it? What if I talk about how life can be seriously hard work sometimes? Why the hell not? Because it’s not real? Because it makes you uncomfortable to sit with reality? Your inner truth that you try to polish over and – honestly – ignore? Because you’re…. perfect?
If people don’t like me, at least let it be for who I honestly am. Not someone I’m pretending and failing to be. Depression makes me fucking brave and resilient and powerful. I can tell you, anyone that has been to the edge and survived – you are my tribe. You are powerful. I want to be like you, inspired by you, friends with you. If you can’t be there for me when I’m shivering and messy and crying, I don’t want you there to share my joys. You can’t have one without the other – life is messy, life is glorious, life is just fucking real.
Yes, it takes bravery – as the bravehearted souls sharing their inner secrets with the world know. But holy crap, it’s exhilarating to OWN YOU. To own your story. To speak your truth. And to go to bat for yourself when those inevitable sheep jump up and say “don’t”.
Those people who don't like it? They are not your people. waves goodbye to those people 🙌 👋
Yours in strenghth and love and inclusivity, xo
(stunning heart image via Insta/MetaAnatomy)