Jan 29, 2018
We all have a story. It’s not required to be an interesting or thrilling story. It’s YOUR story and that alone is thrilling enough. I’ve shared how I began to write, I’ve shared how much I love to read. I’ve shared that as a child, I tried to carry & read books that were 3 times my size. I’ve sounded unbelieably cliche on every post. I’ve said quite possibly something along the same lines as every other book-lover, and early experienced writer has. Maybe it’s because I’m in such a writers-block moment in my life. I like to call it “my rut”. I’ve been stuck and sadly, it’s lasted me since my last blog post LAST YEAR. It’s been incredibly difficult to write about myself, my experiences, or anything for that matter. I mean, I’ve barely posted on my instagram and I used to use that app like it was my entire life. I visited N.Y.C in October for god’s sake and I still have yet to write about my unforgettable experience to my readers. Why am I so extremely stuck? I’m struggling and that’s part of my story. Struggle. I’ve been struggling to write for 6 months. I never seem to find the right words, or the right time. Maybe, just maybe this could be my breakthrough. I sure hope it is. Writing isn’t only my outlet to escape life when it gets a little too chaotic, but it is also my escape from my anxiety. I never realized how bad my anxiety was until my senior year of high school, and since then it’s gradually become worse. Trust me, I’ve had my share of spending 45 minutes in the shower sitting on the bathtub floor letting the hot water hit my back. I’d sit with my knees up to my chest and I’d go through my day in my head. What are the things I could had done better/differently? Did I do anything to upset anyone? Was that a dumb thing for me to say? I’d question everything. I still do. Writing helped me feel less trapped by my mental illness. Going everyday like this gets exhausting. That’s why I wrote. It’s why I still write. It cleared my head and made me feel better. Especially when I thought everything else was crashing down around me. Everything would feel like it was on fire, it felt like chaos was never coming to an end, and I had no power. That is, until I realized the only person who has power over their mind is themselves. It is then the chaos faded, and I found peace. Now, if I could train my mind to do this every time anxiety maneuvers it’s way into my thoughts, I’d be golden. It’s not always that easy. But it can be done. I’m going to find my words. Maybe I already did. This will be my breakthrough.
Jan 08, 2018
Prepare for my life story folks... Ever since I was little I’ve always loved reading and writing. I’d read anything from a magazine, to an online blog, to a book that was bigger than me at the age of 15. I never really knew that I had a passion for writing up until the end of my junior year of high school. I just thought writing was just something I was good at. Not something I thought I could adore, and make a job out of. By the time my senior year came I took a college course in English. I loved it, and in the back of my mind, I wished I took advanced courses every year in high school. Quite honestly, as I grew up, I never really understood that words were my outlet. At the time I was neck deep into my photography; I focused more on that for a few years. However, in my senior year I interned a blogger. She wanted me to take pictures for her fashion advice and life endeavors. Heck, I wasn’t passing up that opportunity. During my internship she really inspired me to start a blog, and with that I started writing again. I fell back in love. Lately I’ve become more of a deep writer, and I’ve become interested in novels by R.h Sin and Samantha Holmes. They are an amazing duo. I also love reading the inspiration from Daniell Kopeke. She’s a wonderful writer. Look them up sometime, you won’t regret it. Sometimes when life gets a little too crazy or too chaotic, I do one of two things. I either sit down and read a good book and escape for a while, or I lay down and begin a story of my own. It’s not always a made-up story. But sometimes I just lay in bed and write what I’m thinking, write the things I wish I could say out loud, or I write something that I feel like someone else needs to hear. Sometimes I’ll write about my opinions, life, or something that really impacted me wether it’s good or bad. I go on Pinterest and search for those inspirational sayings/posts that “inspire me.” See what I did there? I’ll never forget the day I realized I loved to write. I’ll never forget that I’m able to share my thoughts, opinions and ideas with the world freely. Writing is my outlet; it’s my get-away. Give me a paper and a pen, and I’ll be at it for hours. Writing allows my mind to travel elsewhere and escape from it's current state. It allows me to bring my words to life and most importantly, give them character. I hope to teach others in the future and give them the freedom to express their thoughts and opinions on any given subject. With that, many of us are given the chance to better understand each other, no matter our differences. Share your story friends, inspire someone. 💜
Jan 04, 2018
I’ve always loved the idea of books. I’ve always loved that ”new book smell.” I’ve always had a knack for reading/writing, but little did I know how much of an impact it really made on me and my life. When life became so unbearable, cracking open my favorite book and escaping reality for a brief moment, always made it all okay. I would sit on my couch or in my chair for hours simply escaping because a ”made up world” is where I wanted to be. The more I read, the more I wrote. Today I aspire to be a successful writer/blogger. Books help with anxiety. Books help with sadness. Books help with stress. Books save lives. Our messed up world needs a little bit of inspiration on the pages of it’s book. Get out their and create your story.