I really need to write a story. A real life story about my life. A raw, edgy, truthful story about my life and how I became the person that I am.
I think I have a story to tell and I don’t even care who reads it.
I just think it would feel therapeutic to write it out from the beginning to the end.
I have a lot to release and I feel a desire to release it on paper.
I think I’ll probably laugh and cry while writing it, but it would feel so good.
I think it’s important to tell your story.
Everyone has a story to tell.
And anyone who tells me to drop my story can…well, maybe I’ll save those feelings for when I tell my story.
I’m not stuck in my story. My story shaped me into the person that I am today. Why would I drop who I’ve become?
Storytelling feels good.
Storytelling is an ancient practice that goes way back in time. Our ancestors sat by the fire and told stories. Oral tradition is how they passed information down from one generation to another.
Storytelling is magical.
Storytelling reminds me of rainy summer nights when the electricity would go out and mom would turn on the flashlight to read to us.
Memories of being curled up on the couch in my pajamas while mom would sit there and read short stories to us; that’s what helped shape my imagination and my desire to write.
It’s part of my story.
I want to tell my story because I want to remember my beautiful life.
I want to remember all of the good parts and I want to remember the challenging times because those are what helped me to grow into who I have become.
We all have a timeline. From beginning to end. I imagine that I’m living in the middle of my timeline.
But I’ve got to end here.
I’ll be back.
I’ll write my story.