I’m not much of a writer. Most who know me can tell you that I can barely tell a story. I get so excited that I end up getting lost within my own words. But I’m going to try my best to begin my story in a way that might inspire those who have experienced the death of a child like myself, or even those who have not. I am a true believer in expression. Whether it is through talking, writing, art, music, ect. I believe for me that writing is going to help me through my own journey. I have been battling the idea of a blog, but a young woman who used to be a dear friend to me began her own. She inspired me by putting herself in such a vulnerable situation that I knew after reading it I needed to do it. I needed to express how I have been feeling, how I have felt, and what I have experienced.
But am I going to say too much? Not enough? Not be as honest as I should? Or be too honest? But I want to be as transparent as I can and help those who grieve. I want my friends and family to know my true story and not the one I have covered up to save them from the feeling of being “uncomfortable”. Well death is uncomfortable, so is grief, it is raw and it is uncontrollable and If I can inspire someone who might need to express themselves to feel somewhat better, then that would mean the world to me. I know writing is going to be my form of expression, and I never thought it would be so thanks Megan (sorry for stealing the same website lol)! But I’m going to start posting my blogs in January. I hope I don’t suck lol!