I recently celebrated by 9-year-anniversary of my second birth. Do not get me wrong, it was a stupid decision to try and take my own life, but on this day, I like to gather up the experiences that I would not have, if I had been successful. This year included a purchase. There are many people in my life who do not know that I am a survivor. I plan to change that, soon. Star Trek fans will understand: This is my fight with 3 Nausacans that left me impaled through the heart.
I have written about my experience, my heart was opened with empathy and compassion for others, and I learned how precious life is. I was given a sense of purpose--to put my experience to use--as someone who has been through the system, and helping to put the pieces back together when someone has made the stupid mistake I did. The lemons, and teaching others to make lemonade. I hold myself to higher standards of behavior, I have developed my beliefs. I truly feel, as social creatures, we are here to help others balm the pain they have been through. We are here to help each other.
Anyway, year 9, I come out of the closet--in much the same way as I came out as pansexual and agnostic. I won't hide this "untidy" part of me, anymore. I am not yet a Social Worker, but as soon as I can get there, I will. Project Semicolon is a great idea, and I love being a part of it, now.
That said, I also purchased a reprint of "Starry Night on the Rhone" by Vincent Van Gogh, two books for myself, and couple of DVDs for my roommate.