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Writing out my life story, has been a difficult journey for me. So many things come back to me, as I continue on writing my personal memories, Although, I had already started sharing this story at one point, I felt it was necessary to erase it all, and start over. Going back to what has previously been written, and carefully re-wording and adding important things to each memory.Giving as much detail as I can to each moment I reveal. Expressing the emotions I felt during both happy and difficult times. I have certainly laughed and cried through out my writings. The vulnerability I have greatly felt, as I share my story with the world, is still considered well worth it. At the small chance, someone who can relate will read this someday. For their own peace of mind, and for my own, I write my story to allow acknowledgment of feelings I have never shared with anyone before. To allow others to know, they are not alone. Possibly a young teen who tries to cover the pain they feel, but cutting into him or herself. Or maybe just someone, who feels ashamed with how their body looks: and feels awkward and stupid anytime they open their mouth. Possibly, you've watched a family member battle cancer, or loose their vision. I can relate on some big level.
I continue to believe, it's important to share my story. Despite not being a big shot somewhere off in a distant land. That's why it's so important to me, to make sure every last word, thought, memory and so forth, put into this is accurate and carefully worded, so not to be taken out of context, as well as not to leave anything important out. I will admit, for my own protection, and the respect of other people's privacy some names have been either changed or abbreviated. Though, I have really put my heart and soul into writing all this out.
For all the nights in my life, that I cried myself to sleep, all the memories I felt I had to repress deep down inside the back of my mind. For the little girl inside me still, who feels ashamed for no reason, and cries to herself often, out of fear, loneliness and rejection. For that part of me, who needs to reach out, and know, that even I am not alone?
I write my story for the world to read, and to take it as it is. I make no apologies for what I express, or whom I may offend. I love my close family and friends more then words can truly express. For those are the wonderful people around me, who keep me going, and have helped me through some extremely difficult times. Lord knows, I probably wouldn't have made it past my teen years, without a few of those certain people in my life.
--Sarah McSib
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