As a child I found it difficult to describe what I was feeling. It was easier for me to keep things bottled up on the inside. I often silently let my feelings fester or expressed them in negative ways. Not expressing my feelings and emotions took its toll on me from childhood into adulthood. I did not even realize the extent of the impact until I began writing down what I truly felt. I needed an outlet and found total freedom in writing.

Without the judgement of others, I discovered a liberty that was both satisfying and ugly and surprising at times. The words were not always pleasing or easy to read. Yet there they were, allowing me to be myself. I had unspoken permission to feel good, bad, indifferent, or everything in between.