It’s been more than 9 months since I started the Resilience Diaries and just under a year since I started sharing my story on social media and honestly, it still feels like a dream.
Every time someone reaches out to tell me how I have impacted them, I am blown away. I never expected these types of reactions, let alone the incredible opportunities that I have been given. I have been told that my story is a powerful one, capable of making a big difference, and I do believe that.
But at the same time, I also believe that I am just a girl who lived through an incredibly traumatic experience. I am still learning how to get through each day with my mental illness. I’m not brave or special (or magical), I’m just me.
What makes me appear “special” is not some innate quality or genetic predisposition.
No. The real hero of my story and the key to my resilience is my support system. Like a mosaic, my community contributed to making this very broken and scared girl feel whole again.
It’s sort of like when Harry Potter survived the killing curse as a baby. He didn’t really do anything. It was the external factors that saved him; a little bit of luck and a whole ton of love. The same goes for me.
From the moment I experienced my trauma, I was blessed with the most incredible support system. Family, friends, health care professionals, teachers, neighbours, strangers, you name it and at every point, they have been a part of this long and winding road to recovery. Although I can remember moments where I felt terribly alone and hopeless, I can look back and see that help was near, waiting to lend a hand, and once it arrived, I would make it through.
And I think that’s why these messages catch me by surprise. I am not incredible or amazing, but rather, I am a product of all the incredibly amazing people who helped me get to where I am today.
After taking some time to reflect, more than anything, I want to say
For believing in me. For encouraging me. For helping me up. For pushing me forward. For hugging me. For holding me. For telling me you love me. For being kind.
I wouldn’t be sharing this story if it wasn’t for you.
I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.
You’ve given me the greatest gift imaginable –
by believing in me, you’ve helped me believe in myself
– and all I can say is thank you.
P.S. Keep an eye out for something special on my Instagram account, @resiliencediaries – a small attempt to provide a very humbled thanks for believing in the girl who lived.