Tell a Story. Kill a Blindspot
You can’t protect against the prejudice you don’t recognize.
You can’t fight a monster you can’t see or touch or hear.
You have one life, one collection of experiences that direct your thoughts, your feelings, and everything you are.
It is fundamentally different from every single other person that exists.
The only way I’ll understand your life is if you tell me. If you share your story, I can see you in all your complexity. The highs. The lows. The nights you stared up at the ceiling wondering if anyone could ever truly, deeply comprehend you. The moments you laughed so hard your rib cage ached with the joy of it.
But I’ll only see you if you let me. You have to tell your life. If not for you, then for me. Because I want to understand.
So tell me a story. Tell me yours.