I was a little reluctant to share about my struggles in my hometown. In a small town you care about what other people think of you. Yesterday, I put that aside hoping to make a difference in Plentywood, Montana. Three other high schools also came to the event. The students were amazing, as was the entire experience. I received the following message from one of the students: "Thank you so much for coming to our school. You made me realize that I am not alone. You gave me purpose." I finally feel at home, in my hometown.
This past week I had the honor of performing at Montana State Hospital in Warm Springs. This was my fourth visit to the hospital to speak about hope and recovery. Oftentimes psychiatric hospitals don't get many visitors. It is a privilege to sing there and to see some of the patients I've come to know. It is a powerful experience to tell them that they have value, just for being. To say that they are enough, as is. We all have a sacred right to exist. No matter where we are or what we've done. Love is always the answer.
In spite of the blues, I keep on rolling. I'm preparing for a busy fall between the Montana Schools Tour and other performances. In between schools I'll be in New York City, Illinois, Canada, Washington, and Nevada. I'm ready for it. It seems like I do better when I stay busy. Mostly, I'm just glad to get out there and see some good come out of all this struggle. If one life is made better by my work, then it's all worth it.