About Me – Finding My True Voice

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Your Author whose voice is being heard

Once a shy girl who would obey everything she was told to do, take few risks and was afraid to speak up for fear of rejection…

Once a young adolescent who despised and loathed writing and, most especially poetry, with a passion.  Give her the assignment to memorize a poem?  Forget it…

Once a teenager who became the editor of the high school newspaper where her writing and editing skills were on proud and full display before her school body of 1100 students – and noticed by her English teachers; many doubted her writing abilities…

Once a young woman who then went into the darkness of addiction all due to peer pressure and to escape the images that family had placed upon her:  sweet, kind, caring and “you’re just like your mother” when, in fact, she was anything BUT…

Once a young professional who found her way out of addiction and does so one day at a time.  But she still had no idea of who she truly was; she still had no voice – her writing was in strict legal briefs and reports.  Say the words “creative writing” and she’d think one would be talking about someone else.  But then, she met the man she would marry and start a young family…

Once a young married woman with three young children, all close in age and now not only had no voice but no identity.  Who was she?  A wife?  A mother?  A daughter?  She was no longer ‘professional’, she gave up that side of her up.  But now, her mind was spiraling into the darkness and her marriage was falling apart – she was now lost

Once a young divorced mother of three children who now not only had no identity, nor did she have a voice, she had no idea of what she truly wanted from life – or anything. She began to search everywhere outside of herself to find….anything.  Anything to fill the multiple voids in her life, all to no avail.   She still had not figured out the truth.

Once a grown woman, she was now ill thanks to the darkness of her mind and recovering.  This was when she grew the most and found that the answers to all of her questions started – not ended – but began within herself.  She did have a voice.  And it was a glorious voice.  She had a mind, a keen one.  And she loved to write – even poetry.  She had strong opinions on issues that mattered to her mind and heart.  She cared deeply about others and the world but couldn’t figure out how to make it all come together.  Then she realized that she, like many, had the voice of a blogger.

This is a place where she writes to show respect and honor to herself – because she never did so when she was younger; she never honored her voice, her soul, her mind and anything she had of value – which was everything.  

And so do all of you who read this have value – all.  Never forget that.

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