Resisting the urge to give this a sarcastic title, such as: “Emo”
…because sure it might sound emo, but I’m being serious here. And I need to stop trying to manage my own fear with sarcasm. Making light of what I’m saying, etc.
See, I keep coming back to this, from AV Flox’s post Splitting The World: The Art in Oversharing…
As with everything, detractors have risen across the blogosphere mocking those who dare to share in the same way that polite society once shunned those who dared to speak their truths, simple and complex.
But we have our voices and we’ve found courage in those who told their deeply personal stories before us. We’ve found kindred spirits who share our trials and we have opened our eyes to the realities that others are living.
And all I can say is, YES.
When I embark on my 29th year, the gift I want to give myself is to not stop telling my truth, even when it hurts, even when it’s scary and I feel self-conscious and afraid of what people will say, what labels they will put on me – because, I have to do it. Some people might think it’s hyperbole but I truly feel that if I can’t speak my truth I will die. I want to push my own boundaries. And as usual, I want to continue to break down the boundaries that have been set for me.
I want to keep writing for my life.
“I truly feel that if I can’t speak my truth I will die. I want to push my own boundaries. And as usual, I want to continue to break down the boundaries that have been set for me.”
Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes a thousand times.
What are we if not a pile of bones and the stories of the things that these bones have lived and seen?