What I see in Charleston — a Shero perspective

This morning, I delivered an address about what I see in Charleston from the Shero perspective. You can listen at the link below.

What I want more than anything is for the nine lives lost, and the countless more shattered, in Charleston to count for something, something as great as those very lives. And if I want that, then I must view these events as a personal opportunity and ask one very important question of myself…

What I see in Charleston — a Shero perspective

And here is the referenced link to President Obama’s address.

So… Please share with us what you find when you ask the question… Let us stand with you… And let’s all stand together for what those lives in Charleston matter.

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2 Responses to What I see in Charleston — a Shero perspective

  1. Julie Aiken says:

    All I am capable of doing right now, committing to right now, is to redoubling my efforts to overcome my depression so I can get outside of myself to make a difference. While I did go to a vigil sponsored by and at the local NAACP, and did speak, I didn’t feel connected. That’s depression. So I will get out of myself if I can, so I can engage in the world again. So shall it be!

    Thank you for all you do. xoxoxo

    • Lyena Strelkoff says:

      Hello dear Julie! I’m so happy to hear from you. And feeling you on the depression front. It’s interesting to me that though you’re IN IT right now, you are the person who managed not only to listen to my recording but also to sit yourself down, think about what I posed, and comment here. Just thought I’d offer that reflection. You might well be doing more than you think while IN IT!

      You know, I suffered from frequent and even chronic depression for years and years, starting as a kid. Oddly, it ceased essentially overnight and for good when I fell out of a tree. For what it might be worth, I learned two things:

      One was that the root of my depression was actually anxiety. I was so afraid of so many things (intimacy, failure, and success being the top three), that I couldn’t make myself available for them; in order to protect myself, I withdrew or held back. And the fact that I couldn’t resolve the conflict between wanting desperately to step out while simultaneously wanting desperately to hide left me feeling hopeless. Et voila! Depression.

      When I became paralyzed, it galvanized my courage. I’d lost so much, I couldn’t stand the thought of letting any more of my life pass me by. And for the first time in my life, I really understood how precious my life was. I just couldn’t waste any more of it. That allowed me to open to love and to my dreams in ways I never had. Et voila! No more depression.

      The other thing I learned was that my depression was intimately tied to whether or not I was living “on purpose.” In the times depression has resurfaced since becoming paralyzed, it has ALWAYS been because I was shrinking from or somehow removed from my purpose. When I am doing that work, a lot of other things can be messed up and I stay steady and afloat, even if I’m unhappy or stressed out.

      I don’t mean at all to presume I know your situation or what you should do/think. I’m only offering these reflections in case there is meaning in them for you. That’s what I do, right?

      Sending you always lots of love. So glad to know you’re part of this community. xoxo

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