A good day to hold on

This next month has a lot of meaning to it for me. A lot has gone on over the years in the month of June. Sometimes great good things happened and sometimes terrible and sad things happened. But the truth, both warm and fuzzy and the bad and sad all really happened. It makes me sad to think about those who have wrapped themselves up in fakeness, ignoring truth. Suicide is one of the toughest things we face in this life when we are the ones left behind. My cousin Jetta took her life all too soon. She left family and friends with a lot of unanswered questions. The saddest part is that because of the timing the divide between Sisters was furthered. My family’s good intentions when we heard the news was twisted and warped into being something that it was not. I don’t have anything bad to say against them, but I know they have a plethera of bad twisted and warped lies mixed with truth to say against myself and my family. I have born adversity for most my life and will continue to bear the burden of peoples warped perseption. But that will never change my truth. I will help out anyone when I can, I will ALWAYS stand up against those who bully another even when I am the sole voice. I have my core beliefs and they may differ from others but I won’t tolerate hate, bias or rudeness. I have seen so many inspiring people over the years who have shaped me into being better than I was before. I seek after the good that does not make me ‘fake’ it makes me a person who aspires to be the change I wish to see in the world. I wish I could have changed those fateful decisions that lead up to my cousin’s death. That she would have known there were more options to her than she thought. I cherish the time I got to know Jetta. I miss the laughs I had not only with her but her family. It is sad they have chosen to ignore truth.