Saturday

Happy Saturday,

How are you doing today? Boy is it a hot one. Hopefully your keeping cool. I’ve been slumped on my couch in the loft all day. My new meds are making me a little lethargic, so I’m trying to push through this. I need energy.

It’s a busy weekend here at home. Grant has a bunch of his buddies over, so happily, John is handling the crew and making sure they have everything they need. Thank goodness.

I wanted to thank everyone for taking some time out of your day today to read my blog. It really means so much to me knowing I have friends in the blogging world who support me and encourage me to keep writing. Thank you.

Today I wanted to talk a little bit about the reason I write this blog and the main reason I wrote my book. I want my story, my journey and my success along with my failures to hopefully help someone else. It is my hope that perhaps I can help someone avoid the many dark roads I was once on.

I think it’s safe to say that we can see parts of ourselves in each others lives and stories. When you think about it, though our journey is our own, someone else somewhere in this world has traveled the same path as us. Sure, we are all unique and we all handle things differently, but, our stories and journey’s have more then likely been someone else’s or at the very least, someone else has had a similar experience.

I’m not trying to minimize or take away from anything anyone of us have gone through. I believe strongly, those situations have made us who we are today. I guess what I’m trying to say is, we are never alone even during our darkest moments, someone out there has been where we are. Maybe through all the different bloggers in the world, we can find the one that resonates most with us and we can find strength to get through our nightmares.

“One day you will tell your story of how you overcame what you went through and it will be someone else’s survival guide.”-Brene Brown.

For me writing my book was the best therapy I’ve ever received. I was able to pour my heart out and tell my story. I do have fear associated with the book, however, if I can help just one person avoid the mistakes I’ve made, then it’s worth whatever consequence I may face.

Here is another glimpse into my story right from the pages of my book:

“His jeans fell to the floor and he stepped out of them—one leg at a time. The table, which separated us, was kicked out of the way. He walked over to me. I knew better than to cry out or utter a single word because I knew the consequences. He moved toward the bed and sat down next to me. He had a deep voice, however, said very few words. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge while he bent over to take off his socks. I tried to pull my hand away, but he grabbed it and returned it to his body. He guided my hand up and down and then he cradled his testicles, my hand in his. I followed orders, even the non-verbal ones.” 

My life was forever changed, first at the age of 5, then again at 10. I went through something no child should ever go through. While my book won’t be read by children, perhaps it will be read by a single mother who found herself in similar circumstances as my mother. Maybe that single mother will read my story and she will be more careful of who her daughter is left with. Maybe that single mom who is like my mom will be able to spare her young child the pain my mother couldn’t save me from.

“Tell your story. Shout it. Write it. Whisper if you have to. But tell it. some won’t understand it. Some will outright reject it. But many will thank you for it. And then the most magical thing will happen. One by one…your tribe will gather.”-L.R. Knost.

What story resides within you that needs to be told? Whatever it is, the first step to telling it, begins with the first word, the rest will follow.

When I began writing my story, it was hard. It’s scary knowing it will be released for anyone willing to read it. It’s exciting too.

Our stories are ours to tell. We decide if and when we share it. I’ve chosen to share mine.

Writing is my therapy and I don’t see ever stopping. It’s my passion and it’s who I am, a writer. I love every minute I spend with my fingers grazing across the keys. I am excited every morning to get up and see how many chose to read my blog.

What is your story? When you’re ready, I’d love to hear it.

Well guys, I hope you are having the best of weekends and don’t forget, you are uniquely and wonderfully made. You are a big part of my inspiration.

Don’t forget, until next time, Love Life++ Hugs.