A Memoir in the Making

I've never considered myself a writer.

Some days I don't even know if what I'm producing is any good, but the calling to write this memoir is so much bigger than myself. I can't get caught up in my insecurities and ego. No art would ever get made.

I have to trust.

And I love to write, something I didn't remember until recently. I've written ever since I was young – notebooks filled with short stories, plays, and poems. Some of them based on the darkest parts of my life. I didn't stop to consider if what I was producing was any good. I just wrote.

So here I am again, just writing. The perfectionist in me wants every word of this blog to be perfect, but I'm letting go. The fear in me wants to never publish a word of this blog, but I'm letting go.

It's scary being open and truthful, but I believe in its power.

Everyone has shame in their past. Some of us have processed it. Some of us walk around with it in the background. Sharing our stories releases that shame. There's no greater feeling in the world than being free of our deepest fears. They're not always easy to find, let alone share, but we can try.

This blog and website is a place for me to document not just my memoir making, but also my truths in life. I want it to be a source of inspiration and connection for people, but even if no one reads it, I know it's helped one person. Me.

And really, that's the only person I should ever try to impress.