“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”
― Toni Morrison
There you have it. I have a story to tell. Actually, I have a lot of stories to tell and some of them might offend you–whoever you are. Some of them are very personal, maybe I’ll write about my biological father, or my CPTSD. Maybe I’ll write about my little ones, or what it’s like being a Manic Depressive stay at home mother. Honestly, I can write about anything.
And, for the sake of being honest, I already have a long post written about a part of my life. I’m far too afraid to publish it because it might upset a few people. That’s not fair to me, though. I’ve thought about that post a lot… and I feel like it’s my turn to share my story because, well, I want to and it’s mine. Then again, it’s not just my story. But, they get to talk about what they went through when it happened so I can too, right? And sharing that post isn’t simply for the sake of putting my story out there; I want people to know that there’s someone who feels just like they do. If I had a person write a blog about something similar to some of my experiences I would feel so much better.
Keep your eyes peeled, and your seat belts buckled because I have no idea what I’m doing (or how to drive.)
XX-me
Never full circle 