The last few days have had me so confused; I find myself thinking that this must be a joke. Either that or I’ve somehow teleported to a distant planet in an upside down galaxy. Or could this all be part of some sick game?
Think about it, what actually makes sense in the world right now? Our government is toying with our lives. Our children are not receiving the education/school time they deserve (and what we pay for) and people are fighting over private parties. People are beheaded in public; bodies being chopped up. Paedophilia is seen as simply “ sexual orientation” as if it can be likened to homosexuality or bi-sexuality.
Children are being raped. The elderly tortured. Corruption is the “new” way of doing business and being violent and destructive is fine. And these are but a few aspects of our modern society that blow my mind.
I do not know if I should cry or laugh about this. And this has been going on for years, it did not start now. My heart is beating rapidly as I am writing this because I can not grasp the concept of when and how humans became so inhumane. Soulless in my opinion. I want to believe that I am not the only person feeling like this.
I fear for the world and what it is becoming. I fear for our children and their future. Life is hard enough, with all this nonsense going on it makes it even harder. Death is inevitable, it does not make it easy. Murder is something else. Torture is something else. In our country, every citizen suffers from a form of post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), all the time and that is about as abnormal as it is unhealthy.
It’s not okay to sexually abuse anyone. You have a serious pro-blem. It is not okay to take another human’s life. You do not have the right. Our justice system is screwed. Who do we go to for help? Real help. You cannot trust the people in power, they only care for themselves and their wellbeing – as the saying goes, “ultimate power corrupts ultimately”. Why can everyone not just respect each other, I am not saying you must like everyone, but stop doing bad things to innocent people. To people who have done nothing wrong, to people who do not even know why you are fighting them, to people who just want to be left alone to live.
A friend and I have been talking about this for awhile and trying to figure out how we can try and help women who are being abused. She found this amazing phone application, MiVoice. This app has a vault where you can store evidence meaning photo’s, recordings and videos. It also has an emergency button, let’s say 10 people installed this application in your town, when you press the emergency button the people in your area will receive a notification. All you need to do then is play for time because you know someone is on the way to help you.
I encourage all women and men to download this app to their phone. We all know someone who is being abused (man or woman), emotionally or physically. Speak up, you do not have to go through this alone. There are amazing people in this town willing to help you. You are worth more. Your life matters! Stand up for yourself, you have a say. I will listen!
It is time to take back your life, stand up against what is wrong without fear or shame. The last few weeks have taught me a few lessons. Never expect loyalty from anyone. Things may seem fine, but they are not. The smile you see on a person’s face does not mean that person is happy, it means they are dealing with life and are trying their best. Never underestimate a good night’s sleep. Your opinion only matters if someone is willing to listen, and sometimes if you are willing to truly hear what people are telling you, you will soon discover that what they say and what they mean are two different things. With that said, I will keep on trying to be a better person each day.
I will keep on caring with the knowledge that though I may not be able to magically fix all the wrongs, I can start a chain reaction that just might. Phone me if you need someone to talk to, or to lend a shoulder to cry on, or if you need help. I will do my best to help where I can. My number is on page 2.