When I first started this project, I thought I knew what courage meant. Courage was something within us that grows as we face challenges and separates the weak from the strong. It was something that not all of us have. Sometimes we may be forced into it, sometimes it would come naturally.
Boy, I was DEFINITELY MISGUIDED.
Courage is not some abstract thing inside of us. It is a choice. After I starting sharing my story, I felt that I had finally found my courage. I had arrived. But even know, nine months after I first shared my secret life with a mental illness, I still get nervous about telling new people. I am constantly faced with a choice: be brave or be silent. It is because of the stories shared with me- other people waging secret battles- that I continue to find the inspiration to be brave.
Make the courageous choice- whatever that may be for you. You never know when your courage will inspire someone else. What would this world look like if we all made the courageous choice?
“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” – Nelson Mandela