It has taken me over a year to find a reason to write; I do not take comfort in that fact.
Life hit me hard in 2017 and everything I indulged in – travel, writing, drinking, backpacking, partying, everything – was an attempt to dull the pain and work through the emotional scars of my past. But, alas, they were only scars, forever my burden to carry as identifies, marks on my soul, creators of character, battle wounds, proofs of life…
I’m back now… and I feel alive. Morning do not come quick enough just as the evenings feel too short. I’ve shared my story dozens of times, taking ownership of my past, and now I feel ready to share it for the miraculous adventure that it is. I’ve attempted to write the story countless times, but it’s always felt too close. However, everything seems different now. I am ready to move on to the next chapter – the next phase of my ever-growing ever-loving life is quickly approaching – grad school, L.A., my growing business, city life – realized.
So, what can you expect in the coming weeks? A tale of betrayal, death, love, life, loss, and all the color that comes with the most human experiences we all deal with at some point or another. I’m excited to bring you on this journey with me. I’m excited to write my story – and see where it takes my writing. I’m excited to share it with the world.
Next Week: Chapter 1 – Death of a Father