I’ve been told I have a story to tell. This story is who I am, where I’ve been, and where I’m going; it’s that simple. Until now, every time I have considered sharing these pieces of myself, I have stopped just shy of putting words on a page. I simply haven’t been able to silent the thoughts swirling in my head, thoughts that remind me that my experiences aren’t unique, that so many young women have struggled through the same things I have. And each time, I have finally come to a halt at the question of why anyone would care.
One day I saw a brief interview with a bright and joy-filled woman I have come to admire. She shared stories about her life growing up, and more importantly, the journey that brought her to the successful and beautiful life she has today. Listening to her, I was moved to the point of tears, not because what she had to say was unique, but because it was so relatable. She was sharing experiences that thousands of women face each day, yet often don’t share.
In the span of this 5-minute interview, I began to understand the importance of telling our stories.
Our stories and experiences are meant to be shared. Sharing our lives with others reminds us that we are not alone, that others have gone through the same seasons you are trudging though. These gentle reminders can bring a flicker of hope where there seems to be none, or a glimmer of insight right when it is needed. Sharing not just our victories, but also our mistakes may even spare others from avoidable pain.
We are all in this life together, so let’s truly do this together. This blog is my story, my lessons, my victories, and my failures. On these pages are the pieces of me.
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