I was photographing the local business awards here in town last night. I was nominated for one of them – community spirit – but didn’t think I stood much of a chance of winning because of the nature of my competition. I’m a one man band and I was up against established businesses that have been here forever and donate tens of thousands of dollars to local causes. And I’ve only been in this community for just over a year.
I took home the award. Me. The whackdoodle.
It turns out you can fight off voices, push back delusions, and STILL make such a difference in your community that about fifty neurotypicals come up to you to congratulate you and tell you they wish they had your drive and energy. Not one of them has a clue about how much water my boat takes on every day and how much time I spend bailing vs. sailing.
Having SZ doesn’t stop us from mattering. It doesn’t stop us from contributing. The only thing that stops is us is US. The best treatment for this illness is an attitude that says, “I’m going to kick ass and chew bubble gum.” Oh, and? I ran out of bubblegum years ago.