Planning my TEDx talk was challenging and a huge learning experiencing for me. I realized when brainstorming just how much I had bottled up in my head, and how passionate I was about making a difference. But who am I? …This was the point of my talk exactly.
I’m not a scientist. I’m not a professor. I don’t hold a single degree and unless we’re talking lapdances I’m not really qualified, either. However there is one thing I do have – life experience. And if anyone is an expert on my own life, it’s me. I’m a human being, and I don’t claim to know any more than anyone else, but I do believe that my own thoughts and opinions are just as valid as anyone else’s. And so began the process of writing my talk.
I based my main points around supporting our youth because it is what I am most passionate about, what I feel I’ve been called to do, and what I can relate to personally more than anything. I think it is such an important issue to be addressed, and I truly hope my own efforts can make some sort of change in the lives of others. Even if I’ve only made one person stop and think – just one – I know I’ve done my job.
On the day a lot of my planning kind of flew out the window. I had started falling asleep backstage during the talk before mine, and when I was abruptly woken to the sound of clapping and told to mic up in a rush. I had a bit of a mind – blank moment and had to take a quick second to compose myself.
I’d rehearsed a few times beforehand, but nothing could have prepared me for the deep emotion which flooded me that day; standing more exposed than ever in front of a crowd of unfamiliar faces.
It’s funny – I’ve been totally naked in front of over 500 people, and at the time that was easy for me to do, but I’ve never felt more vulnerable than when I stood on the famous big red dot.
As soon as I started opening my heart I heard my voice tremble and I knew there was no stopping the tears to come. Out of my soul and my eyes poured years and years of hurt. I stopped mid – sentence to pray, and I felt this enormous weight being lifted from me. In opening up I was healed.
The old Miss Whiskey is well and truly gone, though I’ll never forget the lessons she taught me. My name is Sarikha Rosli. This is who I am, this is what I stand for. It isn’t perfect, but I hope you can take something from my talk. This is me, baring my soul to you.