In the age of social media we live in a world of snapshots, capturing the bits and moments we only want people to see. But what would we say or do, if we could real and raw in a world where we feel like we will never measure up in the eyes of social media. In this blog post and poem, you fill just that and much more, enjoy!
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From now on, I have decided I will be writing a blog post every Monday dedicated to Mental Health called Mental Monday because many of us ourself, a dear friend or a loved one deals with some form of mental health. I do not want to refer to mental health as an issue, rather I am hoping to break down the stigma surrounding it because what better world would this be if we were allowed to express ourself and how we felt, instead of bottling it all up. So each Monday will be a message in a bottle to let you know you matter, and your mental health also does too. Starting with this Monday I wanted to start of the week with letting you know you are something to someone, even if you feel alone. You are never nothing to no one, but something to someone and much more. My dear, the one who is reading this, this poem in all its’ entirety (words & emotions) is for you:
Something to Someone
Nothing to No One
Anything to Anyone
Everything to Everyone
I just want to be something to someone
Not nothing to no one
And anything to anyone
Even Everything to Everyone
But I know I am not the only one
who see’s the rain in the rainbow
the sun in the sunshine
and the dark in the darkness of the night sky
the sunsets before the sunrises
I see a day before me
I see the hours as they disappear by
I count the months as they pass me by
I bring years with me
And I feel I have decades to go
But what if I only had today and not tomorrow
Would I be something for someone,
nothing to no one,
not anything to anyone,
but everything to everyone?
I guess I am not the only one,
The only one who feels
lost and found in a world
of selfies and likes
and each other’s highlight reels,
since the real of reality
is we are all searching to find
our identity
our community
our city
I guess that is why me is a part of home
Finding your home within the masses
of lost and found people & places
But within those spaces
you will find traces of faces
who let you know you are something to someone,
maybe even someone’s something
and that you are not nothing to no one
anything to anyone,
but everything to everyone who knows you.
I wrote this poem to celebrate who we are as individuals. I know many of us feel disconnected in a connected world. Many of us deal with anxiety and depression in part to the world we live in, and in part to social media. While social media is something most of us use, it can cause many of us including myself to not feel like we are successful enough, fit enough, pretty enough or simply enough. In writing this poem I wanted and want you to know you are enough on days that are tough, and on days where everything is going right. Life comes in waves but if you can ride the tide you will come to realize there is always people by your side (even if feel alone) that will swim depths for you (and keep your head above water). So let these words sink in because sometimes we feel we will never make it through this season of our life, but believe me you will and you will always be something to someone (family, friends, followers, acquaintances and possible fur friends included).
In this past week I have been mulling over the idea of how many of us feel like we are so disconnected in a connected world, and feel like our opinion does not matter. I have many conversations with friends who feel like they are stigmatized or simply feel alone in how they feel. So I thought why don’t we just stop beating around the bush and just speak our silence. In this moment of feeling lost, or why should I even share my voice, I felt this phrase “I Am Deplorable” repeat again and again in on my mind, no matter how hard I tried it would not go away. So I started creating a poem in my mind of how many of us myself include feel about the world we live in, while many of us may have different perspectives of what that may look like, this is what I came up with:
I am deplorable…
I am deplorable to those around me
I am deplorable to my thoughts
I am deplorable to you,
I am deplorable to them,
I am deplorable to disconnected people,
in a supposedly connected world
where everyone thinks they are important
than the person right next to them
I am deplorable to capital America,
falling victim to consumerism
and unrealistic beauty standards
and a world where real issues seem fake
as our world continues to bake.
I am deplorable to the thought that
our body and voice matters
when clearly we still live in an age
where I am just another page in a book
the chapter the reader decided to skip,
so they could get to the end faster.
I am deplorable to slowing down
Because you got to keep up with the Jones
To stay relevant in our touch and go world
I am deplorable to likes and comments
And how many followers do you have?
Cause I could have many, but do not feel like
Anyone really cares anymore
We just focus on the before and after
Not the now and forever.
I am deplorable to not appreciating those close
To me
Because of fear of missing out.
I am deplorable to my phone
My computer
My credit card
Because if there was no me
Then what would this world be
Would people know they are seen,
Heard and loved
Cause I guess you cannot say hi
Without feeling like the person you are talking with
wants to say goodbye.
I guess I am just deplorable to the idea
Of intimate relationships with those around me
Because we are more concerned about our dates
With fate
Our image
Our age
Our page in the story,
I wish we weren’t deplorable
But with every day I feel we are just
Pieces of paper
Posts of captured moments
And no longer living in the moment
But rather building tents of intent
Intent to be better than the person next to them
Plenty of times, I bet you have felt deplorable
But you are capable of so much more
More than what you think this life has in store for you.
Life is a garden and we are seeds planted among flowers where weeds grow, and we grow through what we go through. Taking one day at a time to blossom into who I want to be.
A seed planted among a garden, where flowers bloom and weeds grow.
Mildly Me
“Out of the Lion’s Den, With a Soaring Roar”
Mildly Me
“They told me to be you, when all I want is to be Mildly Me”
Mildly Me
Throughout the year, I went through a great amount of transitions from a new job , new friends and new experiences. Through this all, I found myself in the midst of the madness. I realized I did not need to be anyone else, but me. Embracing all of you, the good and bad can be oh so liberating.
Learning you can let go of those and the things holding you back, and celebrating those and what lifts you up. Sometimes being mildly you, just takes that one step, one voice and one word to embrace the body, face and heart you have that makes you different from the rest. The best thing about life is not being me or them or whoever, but your own version of mildly me.
–Mildly Me
Mildly Me 