Stigmatic boxes

Hello again.
I write in my journal every day now to help me keep track of what day it is. I am going to try to write in here as well.

I wanted to comment today on how we are all put into little boxes whether we know it or not. Whether one is homeless, almost homeless, middle class or higher class, we are all discreetly put into categories.

Society has been working hard to eliminate stigma on people. I have to wonder if, instead, stigma has just been disguised as unspoken tolerance. I think that stigma will remain until all classes, titles and labeled persons can truly connect, and are equally able to come to the same table. I believe that it will instead, remain unspoken because it is politically incorrect to do otherwise. Is it taboo for those who claim to believe otherwise, to admit that stigma still exists within their minds?

Actions alone will speak louder than words and so, time will give us that answer.

My Morning

I want to share something with those who are close to me. I went to bed at 4 am which is usual for me, and woke at 7 am.

Life is not a competition about who has the more tramatic story to tell. Life is about listening to other people's stories and not comparing them to mine in any way, whether negatively or positively. I realized through my dreams, and took with me when I awoke, was that "its not all about me, it's about everyone". That "IT" can be anything that applies to your personal situation. I realized that although my story is filled with hurt and fear, so is everyone else's. I just thought the need to share that with you. I never come on facebook unless it's to grab a pic her and there but I felt God wanted me to share that with any who want to hear. My prayer for today is: No matter what else you do in your life, remember to tell your story. While it may not seem important to you, it is important to those who hear.