I never want to forget what it is like to be poor and afraid. I don’t want to forget the desperation I felt. I don’t want to forget that there are millions of people in this state who still need that card to stay fed and housed.
Does it sound awful? Yeah, it kind of is. But the upside is, it’s part of the hero’s journey. And when the hero’s journey is done right, it can have a fantastic end.
Today was a hard day. By hard, I mean it brought me to my knees. It was a one-two slap in the face and a kick of dust to my face once I hit the ground. It hurt. But still, I will get by.
Other people might experience this as a bad day, and surely it is one. But for me, it’s more than that. It’s a reminder that the demon inside me named depression is lurking just beneath the skin and looking for the slightest scratch to the surface that will let it escape.