What Can I Say

I'm feeling my power. I know that sounds so fucking trite, but it's true. I can recognize just how powerful I am right now. I have time on my hands and I'm using it. I don't know what to do with it though. I had an amazing conversation with my therapist today. I mentioned how frustrated I am with the current non-profit mental health advocacy organizations that are out there and she implied that perhaps the world needs a new one. One that works the way it should. One that brings national attention to a global problem. Holy shit, what if I were the one to start said organization? What if I do it? I exercise my power and make people aware that depression and other mental illnesses don't make you weak. Give people their power back and even better... make businesses actually care about their employees more than just handing them a card with a phone number on it that no one will ever use. Oh my God. Wouldn't that just be amazing?! I'm looking into it. I am soooooo looking into it. If nothing else, I'm going to try to find a way to make NAMI work the way it should. It's supposed to be a grassroots kind of deal, and you can't get more grassroots than me. I'm an activist whether I want to be or not, and maybe the best way for me to embrace my illness and to grow from and with it is to fight the stigma and the prejudice head on. This is a civil rights issue just as much as it is a medical issue. People can't help being born this way and we just want to be seen as normal people - just as special and wonderful as everyone else. We just suck at coping with adversity and change. But we're awesome people. For now, I shall dash off like the Viking Princess I am and fight the good fight by looking up info on starting a non-profit. I can do this... not just for me, but for everyone like me. Hell yes we can.