Over the past few years, I’ve had a driving desire within me, to step outside myself and breathe. I had walls, tall walls built up so thick and so high, so that I wouldn’t get hurt, couldn’t be touched. But God has called me to break down barriers, finally be okay with being myself, reach out to others, burst free from my bipolar bubble. I do this by connecting with others, even when I want to isolate myself. I do this by mommying, even when I’m tired. But the best outlet I have for doing this is by writing. Whether I’m writing something profound, stories, or just being silly it’s therapeutic for me and I hope it’s inspirational for others as well.
Over the past few months, the desire to share some of my personal writing has become quite intense. Years ago, in the midst of rapid cycling, one thing that kept me going and I believe helped bring me through were Scripture and Affirmations. At one time, I would have died of embarrassment and humiliation if someone had read one of my “Think Big, Be Big” cards. And now, I want them published?
This is why I believe the desire is not driven by me. I’m not in some grandiose mood thinking they’re “so great” that the whole world needs to read them. I believe the drive comes from God. He was my inspiration and reason for writing them. They could help other people who are hurting right now, like I was hurting then. So why not share with them what God gave me while in His Word?
I’ve been searching for connections, someone who can help me make this dream a reality. Most of my family members have been supportive. Most but not all.
Passion, Enthusiasm, Inspiration, Drive, Determination. I’ve been cut down to size.
Double Talk Quote: “…your idea of writing is the same as my idea of becoming a professional soccer player.” – Amor (my dear husband)
Bible Verse: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
Word that has Lost its meaning: dream
Relatable Lyrics: “Shut Down” by Soul Asylum
“I’ve been pulled aside and told that life was overrated , No, I don’t believe it…
…I can write all night but in the morning I can’t read it…
When I can’t get keep from getting down…I become invisible, unlivable, Just dysfunctional, Shut down”