I’m Writing A Story About My Life
I’m writing a story based on my life because, frankly, I think I have a story worth telling. And, I want to give some sort of meaning to everything I’ve endured. It’s a story about my growth as a person from the age of eighteen to the present day and onwards. All the challenges I’ve faced, external and internal. We all change as we age, not just physically but mentally as well. I find this change fascinating and have documented it through the journaling I started shortly after my 18th birthday.
My writings are my most treasured belongings. They may not be any good or of any interest to anyone but to me, they were the best therapy I could have asked for. I was diagnosed with depression over 20 years ago which I believe started 7 years prior to that right around the beginning of college but I had brushed it off as stress at the time. It wasn’t until after I was graduated and still sad that I would get the courage to start seeking help and get diagnosed. Mental health is serious and society is starting to give it more and more credence. That’s good. Because my parents laughed at the idea of seeing a therapist, I didn’t see one or at least get serious about seeing one until I got pregnant.
At times my life has felt like I am on the stage of a movie. Not a happy movie, though I have had some happy times but, more of a tragedy. If you’re a hopeless romantic like me perhaps you would enjoy my story because it’s right up there with the best of the best Hollywood romantic tragedies. A good story is perhaps the only good thing to come out of my extramarital affair.
If you suffer from depression or have partaken in an affair perhaps my story will speak something to you. Yes, I’m being narcissistic putting this out there but I hope to also help someone like me not feel so alone. We all have our own issues and we’re all human. But we continue to believe we are isolated in our suffering. It’s as if we’re all in the same room deaf and blind so we assume we are alone in this place when in reality there are others sitting right next to us. We just can’t see or hear them.
I invite you to give my story a try. If you like it, great! If not, no hard feelings. I’m just another lonely girl wanting to be seen and heard.
Thank you for reading.
