It’s funny how my script was flipped after my son’s addiction and death by suicide. My definition of what success is was no longer defined in currency.
Now I don’t want you to think I’m willing to live in a cardboard box so I can support more nonprofit work. I’m not that altruistic. I just want to make a living and make enough so that I can enjoy my family and give back in both philanthropic and an emotionally naked way.
My purpose is to prevent suicide and wash away the stigma by educating people on what suicide is, what the signs are and how we can prevent it. I want to do it well and have people to listen and connect with others because many times, that’s all it takes. Face to face human contact when we can. Phone and internet when we can’t.
Same with my book. Do I want to make money on it? Sure I do. But I’m more interested in getting more people to read it and hope that it makes its way into libraries. I want people to read Charles’ music and understand what friends and family members might be going through internally when they suffer from mental illnesses like depression or addiction.
Do I really think I’m going to change the world? I do.
But I’m not doing it alone. That would be stupid and arrogant.
Fortunately, I have the support of all of you. And those with whom I can partner to propel the message forward. However long it takes.