My Story
On March 18 2016 I lost my biggest supporter, my best friend, my inspiration; my mother.
On March 18 2016 I lost my biggest supporter, my best friend, my inspiration; my mother. It was then that I wrote my most important piece- her life tribute, her eulogy. Before that moment, I wouldn’t consider myself a writer. In fact, I still don’t. I am a mom to three young children and a fur mama to my pup and frankly, a constant chaotic mess. But from that moment of darkness, I have been able to find healing and power through writing. I have been able to find peace. And others have found the same from sharing in my journey along with me. So many friends and family told me to share my stories. To put my heart on paper, but I didn’t. Not for years. Not until I was cleaning out my childhood bedroom and found a card given to me from my mom on my 20th birthday.
I clung to this card. I still do. It was my road map. It was my light nearly sixteen years later. It was then that I realized not only that I wanted to write, but I needed to write. I needed my stories to be written down so that one day my own children would know how much I loved them, how much I learned from them, and how much I truly enjoyed them.
My children inspire me daily. Through my grief and darkness I have found light and purpose. And I hope that when you visit my blog that perhaps my story and the pieces of my soul that I share may one day inspire you to share your own story. You are the only one that sees the world the way that you do. Never be afraid to share your own story and your own truth, perhaps your words will one day be someone else’s survival guide.
