Gratitude-October (17)

Gratitude:
-For all that I learned today. Especially about the cannabis industry. I’ll go more into this another day when I have more brain power. It’s been a long day. Awesome and long. Day 2 is finished.
-For the people I connected with. Lawyers, Scientists, Filmmakers, Community activists, Digital Media makers, Journalists, Advocates, Doctors, Veterans, and so many entrepreneurs! I am going to create a media company someday. Today shows me more than
I am thankful and privileged to even be in this space. Grateful for Karene and Amanda for hooking me up.
-For the bus tokens that I found when I took out the trash a few weeks ago. They’ve come in handy this week. The trip to Skirball is average 90 min of travel. 2 buses. I use only one token and use my TapCard to get a transfer. So instead of the 4 tokens I thought I’d use in a day, I’ve only had to use 1 each way.
-For myself for being bold and talking to people about lgbtq media and why representation is needed. The #1 reason is that it saves lives. Every piece of queer media saves lives.
-For 150 consecutive days of meditation. I rock.
-For allyship
-For community
-For the gifts Felicia gave me.
-For a roof over my head, a comfy place to rest my head, and food to eat.
-For t-b-a ❤

Feel free to share anything you’re grateful for in the comments below 🙂

Ta

We Love You In Your Struggles and Triumphs

I’ve been stressed about career stuff. Though we were able to get a trailer out, we are going to have to reshoot Forward.

Also, I’ve been feeling stressed about life stuff/money stuff, and as per usual for me, my ability to sleep is the first to go, therefore my physical health/immune system is compromised. Right now I’m in the midst of a cold?/not feeling well but will be able to get some uninterrupted rest soon.


My 40th birthday is tomorrow and life is so different than I thought it would be and I’ve been feeling embarrassed? not good about myself in general.
 
I’ve been catching up with my Auntie Deb and this afternoon she wrote me a very supportive and encouraging email. The part that I love the most is what I wanted to share with you all. Speaking for her and my awesome Uncle Joe she wrote:
 
“We love you in your struggles and triumphs!”
 
And this was so important for me to read at this time. Because this is honestly how I feel about all of my friends and most everyone I encounter.
 
For everyone reading this, who may be going through some similar issues:

Your circumstances are not you. Your circumstances are temporary and for certain don’t determine your worth.

You are loved.

Always ❤

All Sides Now

I never really talk about it online besides hinting at it because I don’t want to be discriminated against more than I already have been in my life, but because of Carrie Fisher and some brave folks out there, like Jenifer Lewis, and like the woman who started the #medicatedandmighty tag, I’m becoming more willing.

I was diagnosed with Bipolar I in May 2004, a few days before my 26th birthday. On my chart it said I had a psychotic episode with spiritual delusions. I basically thought everyone should love each other and love the earth and I should walk around spreading love and light. But I am a literal person and that’s what I did. I walked and walked and walked all around my neighborhood to the point of exhaustion. I couldn’t feed myself and I couldn’t sleep and I ended up in the hospital. I was taken to Del Amo Hospital (Torrance, CA) and I was placed in the Del Rey Unit. In my head or whatever I was told this wasn’t about me, this was for the people around me. To chill and don’t worry so much. I felt safe. I was in a hospital of Love and was aligned with the King (del rey). King of Love, which I interpreted as God at the time. So no problem, I was ok, and things were fine. Just a bit of a hiccup. I honestly felt it was a spiritual emergence that turned into an emergency and in a different culture I wouldn’t have been drugged and pushed back out into the world to carry on like my whole world hadn’t been shaken to the root.

When I got out of there I took my meds for about 6 months to get people off my back and to get back to work. Because I didn’t believe the diagnosis and I was off the meds, I ended up back in the hospital again in June 2005. And it was a really bad experience. I realized that I had actually been manic for at least 3 months. The doctors told me that people who have Bipolar disorder usually went on and off their meds and their lives were ruined and they hurt their friends and family members and did I want that for myself. I said no. I’ve been med compliant going on 13 years and it’s been a journey. I was on tons of medication when I left. At least 6 pills. I found a psychiatrist a year or so later to help take me off of them and it took about 3-4 years to do so. I’ve been on one mood-stabilizer since and it helps.

I was in the hospital one last time in December of 2011. After I had the fall out with my dad when his mom passed, I was completely suicidal because I had lost my mom (rejection) a couple years before, and now my dad. I checked myself in because I had no will to live and thought maybe they could help me. I thought I’d give it one last effort.

What got me out of there that time was, we had a group meeting where we had to find something worth living for. I couldn’t think of anything. One of the patient’s marriage had just ended. He and his husband had been together for over 9 years and he had been a house-husband so he had no skills to get a job, no family support, his husband had moved on quickly!, and his heart was broken. He was looking through People Magazine? and saw a picture of Chely Wright (the first out country music singer) and her wife on their wedding day and that made him feel hopeful that he could have that again someday. It was a reason for him to live. I thought he was so brave to say that to us, and share with us, when we were all a bunch of strangers, stuck in a psych ward.

I hadn’t “come out” in the hospital because I could pass as straight *shudders* and didn’t want any hassle. That made me feel a bit cowardly in comparison to him. I begin to think about why I was there. What brought me to this place at this time? I had been depressed because of the relationship with my parents or lack thereof and also all the news of people, kids, toddlers!, being murdered for being perceived as gay, being bullied, assaulted in all kinds of horrible ways, and killing themselves for simply being who they are. I started thinking about the past year and a half and all the kids who had been bullied/committed suicide, and how no one outside of the community really knew or cared. Or so I thought. It was such a lonely feeling. What could I do? What could I do about any of it.

I could live.

I decided if I could help make a world that made sure that no other kid took their life because of their sexuality or gender or parent’s rejection, society’s rejection, etc. that it would be enough. It is/was my reason to live.

Chely Wright being out and open and happily married changed the guy’s life and changed mine by extension, reinforcing what I already knew. Visibility matters, representation matters, and media shapes culture. We need to see ourselves and see ourselves happy and healthy, so we can know that it’s possible. That we aren’t evil, unnatural, bad, or any of those things that heterosexual people say, that kill us on the inside and make it so it seems okay to take our lives away from us in such brutal ways.

The confrontation I had with my dad last week and the horrible things that my parents said and did to me and my brother, caught up with me full force last night. I’m not suicidal at all but I am grieving, angry, distracted, moody, tired.

Dealing with a chronic mental illness is an everyday challenge and sometimes I feel completely drained and over trying. Because it’s never-ending. There’s always this incessant self-monitoring going on, and a bit of shame. Since ’45, the state of our country, the threats against (my)health care, the environment, law, shite with my family, it’s been really scary and overwhelming. And I’ve been super angry. I have never been physically violent against another person as an adult though. I purposely haven’t. That calmness that people perceive in me, that willingness to listen, to be patient, to be considerate, are choices I make. That stereotype of violence and the stigma that goes along with people knowing, really does my head in. I have attempted to end my life. I have hurt myself. I want to get away from that. It’s tough though because no matter where I go, I am there.

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I’ve been in school since Spring 2010 and it’s been a safe place because I’m good at it. I have 2 degrees, one in Social Behavioral Sciences, with an emphasis in Child Development, and one in American Sign Language Studies. I am a semester away from graduating with a BA in Film Production. What’s been cool about school 😉 is that I love learning. At the end of the term, there is something to show for what I’ve been doing with my time, professors like me, I get to be social with people, my family and friends are supportive, and maybe proud? of me, and it’s flexible. If I can’t make it to class because I’m having a bad day, it’s not going to shake the foundation of my life/livelihood, and working on campus has built-in benefits because I’ve been allowed to miss work because school comes first. Everyone around seems to want me (us students) to graduate and move on.

But I can’t do school right now. My concentration and heart aren’t in it. And I’m in this space of the unknown. It’s a bit scary. And the poverty ya’ll, the poverty that I’ve dealt with since the diagnosis (which stripped me of my ability to be financially independent with any consistency) is awful, embarrassing, and limiting.
BUT
what I can do right now is live my purpose and work to create media, live and express my truth, so that it may help people, our kids, our future, and our rainbow tribe, know that we can be in the world and live. That we are valuable and an essential part of creation and that some of us will work for this until our last breaths.

When people talk about the gay agenda I’m like, yes, I absolutely have one. This is it. And I’m not going to apologize or be less than I am because people are ignorant and lack compassion.

I’m out of steam for now. Thank you all who read this in its entirety 

I made big strides today 🙂

For anyone who needs help, reach out:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
Call 1-800-273-8255

 

ClexaCon

ClexaCon is A Media & Entertainment Convention
for LGBTQ Women and Allies. I think it’s the first of it’s kind!

This weekend is ClexaCon! Finally!

I’m in Vegas. I arrived early this morning. The AirBnB I am staying at is nice and comfy. Good size room. Has everything I need. I’m happy with my choice so far. I’ll be here until Monday.

In 1 day it will be 1 year since Lexa (from tv show The 1oo) was shot by her father figure and bled out moments (less than 2 minutes of screentime) after she and Clarke (the bisexual female lead of The 1oo) consummated their relationship. This was devastating to many people and was covered by media from all over the world. I think it was about 9 months ago that we (Lexa fans from The 1oo) talked about putting on a con. The time is finally here. It’s so much bigger than most of us thought it would be. It’s moved beyond our fandom. There are legit sponsors, guests, actresses, writers, directors, producers, comic book artists, panels, and many more passionate folks from all over the world.  We continue to raise money for organizations that help our community.

Though it started with Fandom it’s grown to encompass so much more. Can’t wait until the con starts tomorrow! ❤  Looking forward to meeting folks.

If ya’ll see me, say hi! I’ll say hi, back! 🙂