When one story ends, another one begins.
I finished my first book! Yay! What a transformational journey it was to birth this creation. Six long months it took to weave together entries from my journals, iMessages, and stories from memory. I laughed. I cried and cried, and cried some more. Until I sent, my lover, the finished copy in an email just before the Lunar Eclipse.
Will he read it? I don’t know.
What do I hope to get out of this? I have no expectations.
The story that played in my head for over 12 years is happily laid to rest in a pdf file. My identity is no longer attached to him. I now send energy into creating a new dreamworld. A place where I can be myself and express my feelings, thoughts, and emotions the way they want to express.
Now that I have accomplished writing a book, I will start writing another one. This time I will publish it. I won’t go ghost on you guy’s to write it. Well, I hope not anyways, but I am sure when old memories are brought up it will cause me to relive old trauma. Which I am fine with because I am on a healing journey. This is what you do when you are truly wanting to heal yourself. You dive in deep. Clean and clear the clutter out no matter how bad it may get. Writing is just one way of healing trauma. There isn’t just one way to heal. I’ll talk about that from time to time along the way.
Today I am starting a new story…
