Yes, it seems pretty clear that most of us don't want anyone treading on our rights. Our right to freedom. Expression. Our rights to live our best days as we should, as God intended us too. Yet so much has happened over the centuries that we now live in a world that we buy these plates to remind others. That we have boundaries. That we don't want you crossing them.
I am kind of the oppisote type thinker. I don't like to think I resemble a rattlesnake on the verge of striking. I rather go about my day as a friendlier version of this. Striking being my last form of resort. I will strike. Eventually. If you push me hard enough. And I am sure that my bite is similar to that of the rattler, if you push me, you know. Yet I try my best to trust you first. To assume you are good.
For me it is the only way to think that for the most part people are out for the better good. Facebook for example is a great place to spread my word. To get out what I need to say. What happened to me. Where I am going. What I have planned for myself. Some days my post reflect someone in pain. Some they show me laughing and smiling in a selfie (or two) others are shared memories with people I love. Its our new way of life. Social media is there for good. We all know there is no going back. It is part of our culture until the next big thing comes around.
Facebook has saved my life in many ways. Through it I have found great new friendships. Friends who have come out of the woodwork for me. I have clutitvated a forum for myself to get my voice out and hope to continue my goal that I made when I got sober, to help others. This is how I have been doing it. And it is working. I have had many people email me, real mail, call, text, Facebook message, or tell me to my face that I have helped them. And this gives me the greatest joy that you will ever know. I said from the beginning when I started this blog, that I will keep writing if it saves someones life. And I know it is saving mine.
Lately people have been using Facebook as way to share their political views, holiday photos, or even sharing their sobriety dates. I think it is awesome. It has become the true reflection of what WE mean when WE say freedom of speech. I have also been hurt through facebook. Defriended, blocked, or a few situations that I let get the better of me. Like I say all the time, I am human too. It happens. We all want something from facebook. Or we would not use it. Some people pretend to be who they are not on Facebook. Others like me, share everything. And I am real. Maybe it makes me a target. It probably does. Yet I have intergity. I do what I do because one life is all that matters.
To me it should just go with out saying. Don't tread on me. Love thy neighbor. That's what I try to do. I know I put myself out there and all my thoughts for everyone to read if they find me or stumble across my blog, or even my facebook page. My facts are like a laundry line...all my life hangs for you to see. I keep it real as I can and offer to YOU what I can that may make you feel like you are relatable to the world. Because isolation and hiding are the ticket to Hell if you are in a situation like me where you are an addict and suffer mental disorders. I am also a female, that adds another way for people to tread on me, or think they can. Yet I am not going to be bullied because some people do not understand boundaries.
For all intended purposes I like to believe in the God in all of us. I know that is not realistic, I know what our country has suffered in and out of this land. I know what goes on around the world. I will still keep believing that good will always prevail. I will still keep fighting for our voice. The voices of the little children who suffer. Those of us that don't have it as easy as others. The voices that need this. Don't tread on me and I won't tread on you.
Keeping my yard clean. Go ahead and work on yours.
Thanks for reading my blog. Love, Tina