Today I had to turn down on making an offer on a dream home that I wanted to buy due to the many years of being disenfranchised. I have lost the grasps of many dreams in the past due to the stigma associated with mental illness. I have been advocating for mental health parity before the word influencer became ubiquitous. I never gained traction with people because people don’t like my coy charisma and how I used hashtags. That’s ok because I rather not be in the lime light…sometimes the pretentious light. I always have been an open book who’s proud of who I am with the values I believe in. If you don’t like it then you either are denying me or having scorn for me because you don’t believe in my capabilities or values. It’s ok, I’ll continue to be who I am speaking out for justice and for people that I believe that are also disenfranchised. I refuse to be apathetic! I can have new dreams to either be busted by the naysayers or my true strength will achieve what I want. That is if my health remains robust. The future remains to be tough battle with hard work and often being alone. I only have a glimmer of hope outlook in my future.