- By girly-d
- On 12/11/2017
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Last year, a very clever lady gifted me this website. She designed it for me herself. Because she wanted me to write.
She said that it would help me to make sense of the stuff that was going on inside of my head, and that once I made a start on trying to get this stuff out of my head and into the open, that a story would start to emerge...My story. Because she thinks that it needs to be told.
I wasn't sure if I could do it at first - Or even if
I was living in a hostel. It wasn't the kind of place where you could just sit quietly and gather your thoughts. It was chaotic, noisy, complicated, and there was no privacy anywhere unless I went to the bathroom, or upstairs to my room.
Where there was no wi-fi.
Plus I was attempting
The last thing that I wanted to do was write.
I wrote anyway...
I wrote, and I wrote...and now I can't stop.
Because the weirdest thing happened...People started to read my stuff.
A lot of people.
Since July when I scribbled my very first tentative lines, my blogs have been read over 37, 000 times. People have read and followed my journey so far. The wrong turns, the bad men, the alcohol, the sofas, the hospitals and the rehab...and how I've fought back tooth and nail to climb my way out of a
Without a manual.
Figuring it out as I go along.
Also known as "winging it"...
Which appears to be working...because "Just a girl's" stories have been published countless times so far.
Which is incredible. Even more so when you consider that this time last year I could barely string a sentence together, let alone write one...
I don't get to know these
Doing my thing... Writing about my stuff...
And it's working. I'm happy and I'm healthy and I'm free from an addiction that very nearly killed me.
Writing has kept me grounded and focussed and taught me about
It makes (nearly) all of the bad stuff I had to go through to write this worthwhile.
So "Thank You" Clever Lady.
And for giving me clarity, focus and the ability to look myself in the eye again...
D. I'm indebted....