Gratitude for 2018 - Excitement for 2019
A devout life does bring wealth, but it's the rich simplicity of being yourself before God. ~ The Message Bible2018 was my year for healing and for accomplishing my goals - I completed my book challenge by reading thirty books in a year!
Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant? by Roz Chast
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein: A Graphic Novel adapted by Pete Katz
Ms. Marvel Vol. 7: Damage Per Second
Ms. Marvel Vol. 8: Mecca
Supergirl: Being Super by Mariko Tamaki
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian by Sherman Alexie
The Posttraumatic Growth Workbook: Coming through Trauma Wiser, Stronger, and More Resilient by Richard G Tedeschi
You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life by Jen Sincero
Hope in the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities by Rebecca Solnit
More Than Two: A Practical Guide to Polyamory by Franklin Veaux
Women Who Run with Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype by Clarissa Pinkola Estes
The Complete Poetry of Anne Sexton
At the end of the year, I self-published my own book!
You can now read the journey of my recovery after my last hospitalization, available on Amazon as a paperback or for your kindle.
In between, I started my own online mental health newsletter and I started my own business:
Hope Is Real Mental Health LLC
My business is the vehicle for my mental health presentations, art workshops, books, and art.
I led an LGBT Cultural Competency Workshop at the GMHCN St. Simons Conference to rave reviews.
I performed with the R2ISE Theater at Emory - I wrote a piece called, "The Gift of Psychosis."
I led a few mental health workshops for my old youth group with lots of enthusiastic participation.
I sold some art.
I helped my church qualify for the United Church of Christ mental health designation (Mental Health Hope and Wellness).
Holy Shit! I did a lot!!
lol. That's not even everything!Last year was for completing goals and new beginnings-this year is to see those new beginnings grow and blossom! Out of my trauma grew many redemptions fed by the waters of hope, love, and support.
When I reflect on all I accomplished last year, I am filled with gratitude. Surely, I could not have completed any part of it without the help and support from my family, my therapist, my peers, my friends, my church. I would say, "my God," except that I feel like that name puts human limits on a force that is so much bigger than what we can comprehend.
I will leave this post with a gratitude poem I wrote last year:
Thank you for air conditioning.
Thank you for water.
Thank you for the ability to be happy with myself.
Thank you for coffee, half and half, and Nutella brownies.
Thank you for all the foods society says is “bad” and “guilty”-
We both know that there are more serious things to feel guilty about.
Thank you for laughing with me over the ridiculous seriousness
That people attach to things that could give a lot of joy.
May I always take joy in the simple things of life.
May I always be grateful to be myself,
While never forgetting that I am not actually a single person,
But just a part of this astounding universe.
May I renounce my female pronouns and embrace they-
We are all a “one” and a “they” all at once -
Many parts make a whole.
God is everywhere, filling in the cracks.
There is gold in between my joints!
May my movements shine with joy-
I am the Georgia humidity and
God is the air conditioning unit with no power bill.