Most people who know me would probably tell you I am honest to a fault. Most people don’t know how much I don’t say. I am constantly filtering. I will try not to do that here.
I’ve heard lots of clichés about truth and I won’t bore you with them here. Suffice it to say that I am compelled to type out my truth now. I have been called to do so for about a decade now. Historically, I couldn’t imagine anyone would want to hear what I have to say but I can no longer shush the voice telling me to tell my stories.
There are those of you who might read a post and think, ‘Hey, she’s talking about me!’ You might be right. I promise not to say your name. Then you might think, ‘Wait! That is not the way I remember it.’ You still might be right.
There are others of you who will read something I write and think, ‘Oh hell no! That ain’t right at all.’
We can disagree. That’s Ok.
All I am doing here is telling my memories and stories. I’ll try to tell you when its a memory vs something I just making up for the sake of story.
I need to tell my truth. I hope it helps you tell yours.
Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges. 