It feels as if the weight is inescapable and the darkness beneath it, blinding. Slowly, it’s suffocating you.
Sure enough, the side mirror slammed into the mailbox and immediately fell off it’s hinges. I hit the brakes and felt the rush of panic and remorse come over me.
The point is to be confident in who you are. Regardless of sex, gender, nationality, religion, culture, or whatever it may be that makes you, you.
What we have to remind ourselves is trust is a gradual process that takes time, effort and commitment; you have to start with the small stuff before you can trust with the big.
Hear stories and listen to what makes each person their individual selves instead of placing them into a box. Be good to one another. Be kind and open, and be a human to a human.
But I’m a believer in the impossible, and know that if we set our hearts and minds to it, we can overcome anything.