herlucidlife

When I began writing no one was reading my words. Five years ago, no one knew about my blog. It was simply something for me to feel, heal, and deal with the circumstances and situations of my life. I needed an outlet. I needed a healthy way to cope. Half of my writing career has been stuck in a dark bathroom, weed fumes filling the keys of my laptop. Higher than high I couldn’t get anymore high. Not sure if what I wrote made sense, yet my heart was so broken it couldn’t break anymore. 

So shattered the pieces were beginning to look like dust. God gave me this gift to release some things. I never thought I would be writing years later. The same passion for this craft has stayed in my heart. I can’t imagine not doing this, whether people read or not. Every new subscriber, every person liking, every comment leaves my heart with gladness. It adds another level of healing. I once heard that healing only happens when things are released and others consume.

Every reader is important to my healing journey. Leaving things in the dark allows them to fester, turn rotten and become poisonous to the person who sits with it. Yet when I write, then you read I know nothing is no longer in the dark. Nothing is a secret. You allow me to be seen, heard and felt. I never knew how much I needed a stranger to simply see me. After being felt we are no longer strangers. This platform has shown me that we need each other to effectively heal. A community doesn’t always have to be a friend or family member. It can be the person that serves coffee at the local shop, it can be the cashier at the gas station, it can be the subscriber on a blog, or it can be the person driving next to you. 

Every person that has interacted with my writing has become a part of my community and I a part of theirs. I needed you in a way I didn’t know before and now that I know, your presence is priceless to me.