Super heroes are making a comeback. Maybe they have always been here. My friend would argue that they have always been here, I am just oblivious. I was never interested in the super hero scene, probably because I did not identify with any of those men in tights or women with extraordinarily naive beliefs in the good of mankind. Plus, they are so functional. Secret identities. Two lives. Hide-outs. Solid relationships. Exceptional problem-solving skills. LIKE REALLY!?!?!?
A few months ago, I ran across Jessica Jones. She is a heroine I can relate to. Her brooding alcoholic dysfunction makes me believe that I have the possibility of helping others in my own dysfunctional ways. She also doesn’t claim to be a super hero. She doesn’t have a double life. Jessica does the best she can with what she has (super-strength) and whatever alcohol she can find. Her relationships are troubled. She wonders if some people deserve to be saved. She has flaws-human flaws.
So, Jessica started me on my way into super hero land and I am currently watching Supergirl. Supergirl eats. Supergirl has favorite foods. Supergirl loves donuts. She does have a double life and she does follow her heart and she is naive, but she brings something to the tweens who watch her. Like most women and young women, especially… We are trying to find ourselves and learn of our own superpowers. Supergirl pushes her limits and survives even when she should be dead. Women want to be powerful, but seem limited by their humanity.
I want to be powerful. I want to be a force for change. I want to be an encouragement to others. I am not Supergirl, nor am I Jessica Jones, but I am a combination of dysfunction and belief in the better parts of the world.
I cannot stop moving cars or jump from the 5th story of a building and survive. I do not have x-ray vision or frost breath. However, I am alive. My superpower is eating a full meal without crying. My superpower is taking my medicine every day when my alarms go off. My superpower is walking into a grocery store and buying creamer when I am low. These may seem like mediocre tasks, but when one struggles with mental illness, just getting out of bed is a superpower.
To all of my dear readers who do not believe themselves worthwhile or like they do enough: YOU ARE ENOUGH!!!