IsraeLife

The number of people who have reached out to us since sharing our story has been overwhelming. So many people in our communities are silently carrying the weight of bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, and other mental health struggles. Many feel completely alone.

Our journey doesn’t end here. We can only pray for continued health and stability, but this is just one chapter of our story.

We shared this because when we were in the darkest moments of our journey, we desperately wished we could find someone who understood.

If you’re walking a similar path, whether personally or alongside someone you love, we hope this reminds you of one thing:

There is hope. There are people who understand.

And you do not have to carry this alone. ❤️

Seeing thousands of Jews march proudly today makes me incredibly happy.

Especially at a time when being openly Jewish in parts of the Diaspora can feel uncomfortable, difficult, or even frightening. The fact that so many people still choose to show up with pride says a lot about the strength of our people.

But let’s remember what we’re marching for.

For nearly 2,000 years, Jews dreamed of a Jewish homeland. We prayed for Jerusalem. We turned toward Israel. We ended every Seder and every Yom Kippur with the words, “Next year in Jerusalem.”

The goal was never simply to march for Israel.

The goal was to have Israel.

And now we do.

We are the first generations in centuries who can not only support a Jewish state, but actually live in one.

So as we celebrate Israel today, I can’t help but wonder:

If generations of Jews dreamed of having a Jewish homeland, and we finally have one...

What are we waiting for?

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The answer is obvious.

A donation helps Israel.

A life built in Israel helps build Israel.

Every grocery bill. Every tax payment. Every business opened. Every child raised. Every job created. Every apartment rented. Every ordinary part of life becomes part of the story of a thriving Jewish society.

For thousands of years, Jews dreamed of supporting the Land of Israel. Today, we have the privilege of participating in it.

And that may be one of the greatest gifts we can give.

Buying or even just renting a home in Israel is something Jews dreamed about for thousands of years and can finally do again.

Sometimes I think about how many generations prayed toward this land, longed for it, cried for it, and never got the opportunity to actually build a life here.

And now we argue over paint colors here. We complain about mortgages here. We raise children here. We hang mezuzot on our own front doors here.

I really believe that any opportunity to own, rent, or simply live in the Land of Israel is thousands of years of Jewish dreams coming true in real time.

Maybe that’s why even the stressful parts feel meaningful.

Recently someone asked me not to use the term “Diaspora” because they found it offensive.

At first I didn’t really understand that because diaspora literally just means Jews living outside of Israel.

But then I started thinking about the actual meaning of the word.

Diaspora means dispersion. Scattering. Exile from homeland.

And maybe the reason it can feel offensive is because it’s inherently describing something tragic.