I forget sometimes that I need to open myself up and reveal that, I too, am human. I get wrapped up in my writing that I forget that people need to see the true me at times.
Although I am quiet and sometimes you forget me, I am still here. I feel, I breath, I cry, I sing, and I laugh too. I hear and see what’s going on around me. I too have felt heartache and I too have been through trauma. I too can love.
Recently being diagnosed with a rare nerve disease, pain consumes me. There are days when I can’t write or post. My house gets neglected. Thankful to being a perfectionist my house doesn’t show my neglect for a day or two.
Medication prevents me from remembering names, places, or even what I am talking about at times. Writing provides some solace. I enjoy the fiction world where everything can be as grand as I wish it to be. I can go and meet new people and see that somewhere I’m not alone.
Beginning my blogging website and watching it slightly grow has provided me with a community of a vast array of individuals that I can learn from and implement their teachings and stories into my life and my writing.
Over time, you too will learn more about me and see that I too, am a human.
2 thoughts on “I’m a Human”
I have been a fire department member for 50 years,extremely active for 25. I have been a fire chief for 8 years in NY. I have been a correction officer, a police k9 officer, truck driver.many adventurous jobs besides these. I am getting older and have so many stories to tell and hate for them to not be heard by anyone. I want to write a book to share the experiences and adventures but have no time or patience to sit and write.what is your advice?
I would suggest, writing your adventures either on paper, a computer, whatever you have handy and then have someone help you put those together and get your book published. Your adventures sound so amazing it would be a shame for them not to be read. I would love to help you!
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