Cruising down the 101 freeway. I was in complete bliss.
Whether you’re behind these walls or in society, each day there is a human who is suffering from loneliness, heartache, or depression.
I have learned there is a seed of happiness in each of us.
At 17, I was in Jail, again. I was sitting in the dayroom and was passed a “Kite” by another inmate. A “Kite” is equivalent to an email or text message but on paper. Unbeknownst to me, this kite was no different. I read the words “I’m sorry about your girl homie, keep ya head up.” I paused to let the words sink. Living in a toxic masculine environment, I refused to shed a tear or show any sign of sadness. Even though she was my girlfriend of three years, I did what I knew best and suppressed my emotions. I called my mom to confirm her death and she informed me that Jenny committed suicide. My family and friends kept this information away, believing they were protecting me. I have known incarcerated men who have committed suicide. Sometimes it’s difficult to identify a person’s internal pain, struggles and battles. Whether you’re behind these walls or in society, each day there is a human who is suffering from loneliness, heartache, or depression. Let’s cultivate a path leading away from our pains. As human beings we must help nourish the seed of happiness that dwells inside us all. That seed and life is precious, it’s growth strengthens and supports our bodies, souls and minds. Let’s cultivate a beloved community.
