So I have been making more of an effort to get out of the house and in places where I can meet new people. Being a young single woman I was encourage by my boss’s boss’s boss, that unless I plan on marrying the milk man, the post man or the Jehova’s Witness man then I am going to struggle to meet anyone as I don’t leave my house. I know, he has no respect for me..clearly does not rate my life.. lol..
So this week I decided to attend an event. Less about meeting someone, but more out of curiosity. It was a production on Black Men’s Mental Health and Suicide Prevention (follow TonyCealy in Instagram for more details). It was an interactive production where we were allowed to first watch a production of a young man called Kwame who started off with “behaviour” problems in school. Fast forward 6 months he’s now excluded. Fast forward 10 years he’s into drugs and alcohol and the the spiral continues until one day he attempts to take his own life. It was a deeply powerful and moving production. All attendees could testify that we were all gripped and touched by one part of the play. Many of us have passed through some part of the production either first hand or otherwise – and it made me think. It made me think really hard about my job as a mother.
I was given the chance to take one of of the character position and play the role how it would have better have been done. I then was given the chance to speak about my own experiences. Working in the industry as well as having two Black Men in my own home. my own sons.
I took the time to let the audience know that the National Health Service was broken. The Criminal Justice system – that’s broken too. The Educational Systems – guess what – they are long broken. But what is still very much alive and working is the ability for us to heal and change things – one home at a time. I encouraged us to stop looking outside for broken system to fix up and in return fix us. We would be waiting time and eternity before we would see any of that. But, we have the ability and chance to make an impact on the community in our own home. We have the power to make a change one child of ours at a time.
Now while this was a “Black” event, the problem of Mental Health has no colour, gender, language.. and the work we can do to try and mitigate these things effecting our mental health has no colour, gender or language.
If you are looking, wondering what can be done to help. You do not need to look much further than the wo/man in the mirror. The people in your own home. The team you work in. I’m sure you get the point. We do not need to wait for grand organisations to be set up before we start to make a change. If each of the individuals in that room, all decided to make a change from that day on – we would have change the lives of hundred from that day forward. They would then go to do the same for those in their community and so on.. this is how impact is really made – by small, meaningful acts – we know this as “Each one, Teach one”.
Each one – Teach one is such a powerful movement. It means that everyone, and anyone can make a change to anyone and anything – if they want to.
So while I may not be able to go and speak on behalf of women at the next UN Summit – I can call a family meeting and hear my sons tell me about their day. I may never get to the white house to tell Mr Trump about himself, but, I can remind my son that he is loved, fearfully and wonderfully made, and has been created in the likeness and image of a perfect God and so has the full potential to be THE best of THE best. My home is my community, my home is my little patch of the world, my home is my village – my children are my first ministry.
So I just want to encourage someone today. Take a look around you. Who can you her out today? Who can you encourage to keep on keeping on…?