Should anyone want to know how my days go, I can tell you. Some are filled with laughter and others filled with tears. My days depend on my clients. I have clients ranging from builders, florist, natural healers, fitness trainers, even a client who plays on the water and takes people fishing. That page is possibly my favorite. Why? Because although I have never fished off a boat, (and only once off a pier), I enjoy seeing the pictures with people smiling and having fun.
But that was Sunday’s “big catch.”
Monday? Well, Monday was different. It was a bad day for me. And when I state a “bad day”- that could cover a multitude of reasons. My “bad day” could entail being bombarded with work and trying play catch up, to just being in a grouchy mood. I get in moods just like everybody else. But Monday was not a “bad day” for those reasons. Monday was a bad day for the worst reason. Yesterday I was forced to look at disgusting criminals and abuse everywhere I turned, from Facebook articles to stories on the news. Some days I get lucky and not as many scroll my wall. Or perhaps it’s that some days I am too busy to do as much scrolling.
In the past 24 hours I have posted 2 girls missing, (one found in Mexico), one child with a disorder being bullied, an autistic 4-year-old who can’t speak has vanished, and two precious little girls who committed suicide. One was 13, the other 10. What could possibly make a child of 10 or 13 want to die? Believe it or not, this is becoming a frequent occurrence. During my day I also saw a show where I viewed video after video of nanny cams where children were beaten and abused right in front of the camera. I had to turn away. One lady was arrested as the parent had the video streamed to her phone and she contacted the police immediately. Oh, and let us not forget the sex trafficking article I shared on my personal page after I posted it on Carrie’s author page last night. I’m not certain where the 27-year-old coach who ran off with a child of fourteen fits in all this. These stories become one big blurry mess filled with filth.
That’s a bad day for me.
Then today I awoke to see the missing 4-year-old autistic child was found dead in a pond in Florida and the little girl that committed suicide, well, she had been on life support and the bullies made a disgusting post her parents saw making fun of her being buried in a coffin versus being tucked in bed at night. That’s how my day started when I rolled over and grabbed my work line. Sometimes it’s a wonder I ever sleep.
I’m going to be quite honest here. I no longer “read” all the articles. When I admit to you I can’t, I mean, I just “can’t.” There is only so much sadness I can endure in one day. There is only so much sickness I can encounter when reading before I must shut my mind off. I am forced to find a happier place. This is when, between my tears, I look for silly memes to post on other client’s wall, because Carrie’s wall is not that type of atmosphere.
I’m not certain how she endures watching all these things unfold as she tries her best to raise awareness being an activist and voice for the children. I do not know if she has to shut her mind off at times as I do. I have never asked her. But I am guessing she must.
What I want others to understand is:
Yes, this is torture some days. Some days I just want to sit in a dark corner and shut the entire world out. But it is necessary. You may think one voice doesn’t matter, but it does. Our voices are powerful weapons against cruelty when we use them. We can make a difference by standing united and by refusing to accept or allow behavior such as bullying or other abuse. Facing adversity is the only way to defeat it.
Please join us in trying to raise awareness. We may only be two small voices, but we are two small voices who wish to make a difference. Help us, help them. Be the voice for those who have none.