Photo by Pixabay.com

Thanks to my followers

Every time my email alerts me I have a follower, I feel so happy. This is a new thing for me. Being open about my personal stories risking to be misinterpreted or misjudged, and somehow all those persons that read what I wrote chose to “follow me” wow!! There are no words only my forever gratitude. Writing in my journals all my life was my way of coping. Never intended to show those episodes of my life to anyone. I consider myself a poet, more than a story teller, but in 2020, during the pandemic, seeing how life was changing daily for all of us made me reconsider this platonic idea of writing I had. I started writing more essays, not much poetry and I decided to join this platform to tell anyone willing to read my words. I am the same introvert I have always been, it was a leap of faith I took and I discovered I had many blockages stopping me from being the writer I wanted to be.

If you ever read my first story, I wrote about my mother because she was a big stone over my shoulders. I always knew she was the root of a lot of my own insecurities, a lot of my fears. Like Freud said “childhood is the root of all our mental issues” and he was right. When you grow up with a mom that instead of loving you dearly beats you up for nothing, but yet washes your clothes and feeds you, is not easy. Being a little girl and always been told to remain in silence and just eat or do my homework otherwise you would get punish, you…