No one Else Can Play Your/My Part
This week I stumbled across the site To Write Love on Her Arms which was promoting a project called " No One Else Can Play Your Part " designed to bring awareness to World Suicide Prevention Day September 10th. I wanted to participate, but the early part of my week was too full for me to sit down and write a blog post. The challenge was to explain why no one else could play my part. This concept haunted me all week. Why can no one else play my part? No one else can play my part because no one else can be me with all my imperfections and perfections. That's my pat answer. It's the answer that sums it up and yet it somehow feels incomplete. It has taken me years to get to the point where I believe I am enough. I spent much of my life "trying to be..." in order to be lovable, acceptable, respectable. Yet, as I stand here I remember a time when I didn't care who liked or didn't like me, who stayed and who left, who thought well of me and who th...
