Imagine…

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Imagine me, loving what I see.

I didn’t think I was pretty.

I didn’t think I was good enough.

I didn’t think I was talented.

I didn’t think I could write.

And I sure didn’t think that people would want to read what I wrote.

Why?

I was born to a heroin addicted dad and an alcoholic mom.

I saw my dad three times in my life.  The third was in the morgue as I went to identify his body, ravaged form AIDS acquired from a dirty needle.

My mom died from breast cancer two years ago, and although she was freed from the demons of alcoholism many years ago – she took up another addiction which distanced us – religion.

Over what my momma said and healed from what my daddy did.

Imagine me, tweeting every morning messages of inspiration, words of encouragement.

Being strong and not letting people break me down.

I started this blog for all of you, who think that you are not good enough, who have ANY insecurities.  Because I know what it’s like to have a burning desire to do something so great – something you feel destined to do,

But, you don’t feel good enough.

You don’t feel strong enough.

I tweet every morning for you.

Let me be the voice of God whispering in your ear.

Let go of the past, it’s all gone.

GONE!

Imagine me, struggling with years of insecurity and now being healed enough to share those struggles with you.

Imagine me, and know that I am more like you than you realize.

It is my hope that you will enjoy this blog and find something that will motivate, encourage and inspire you or someone in your life.

READ. COMMENT. SHARE.

And if you’re not already following me on twitter @thatwritingchic follow me, and I will follow you back – cause I’ve got your back!

Be Blessed!

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3 thoughts on “Imagine…

  1. wow, you hit me hard with this post. I felt as if I was reading quotes from my very own journal. Thank you for this and…for ALL that you do.

    “I started this blog for all of you, who think that you are not good enough, who have ANY insecurities. Because I know what it’s like to have a burning desire to do something so great – something you feel destined to do”

    I’m gonna read this blog entry every time I need it. and trust me, I’m gonna need it.

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  2. Suncera.
    You NEVER disappoint. Ever.
    I appreciate sincerity, candidness, truth and consistency in whatever I am inspired by or seeking to be inspired by (or use my mind’s time and energy to pay any iota of attention to).

    You never disappoint.

    My condolences to you about your mom and your dad.
    I feel very fortunate to have read that-as I too can put the lopsided part of me together as well.

    Though not dead-my mom-who I too, had an off/on rocky relationship with up to the 11th hour of the that she had a stroke (2 ago years now) has never recovered. Her resourcefulness, even the fights, makeups and her sassy little mouth are silenced now-like a childlike kid-who I can only go see and sing and dance in front of; while she lay helpless in a nursing home. It is still hard for me to wrap my brain around that. I drive past her house where she used to live; trying to wrap my brain around it being the place where I USED to be able to get away and lounge at-at whim and if nothing; get ANY question I had-answered. Now she cannot talk to me anymore-but cries when I leave. Hell, she’s sitting there not even knowing that her own mother has died since she’s been in a nursing home. I just look at her-and hug her. She wouldn’t understand anyways…

    To add insult to injury, my gorgeous tall, slim healthy, cheerleader, 12-bean eating breakfast, lunch and dinner eating, cash-cow (all dad’s are-LoL)hardworkingdadwhobelievesinworking7daysandweek364daysperyears
    ChristmasThanksgiving&twiceonSundays suffered the same this past September. He’s a fighter but though still in therap, and unlike like mom, has all his faculties & fighting with all he has “snap out of it.” (He thinks that’s what it’s going to take-with as much and as hard he is fighting it).

    …long story short.

    All my comfort zones are gone from me.
    My good friend and me talk about it a lot because she too, lost her mom and her dad years ago-but for me, it’s new. It hurts but I cope.
    I found myself wanting to break down-but I cannot. I cope.
    I have brothers who are crazy about me. That helps.

    Sure. Like a lot of women; people period, I’ve had some good and not so good people in my life. As a result, I know what it means to be “cheerleaded” for as well as routed against.
    So considering what I’ve dealt with, when I don’t feel “good enough,” I HAVE to remind myself that I am all I’ve got: “You’re the best.”

    When I don’t feel “strong enough,” I HAVE to remind myself that I am all I’ve got: “You’re diesel.”

    I not only have to imagine that-I have to live that…

    I appreciate your sharing and I appreciate your tweets.

    “Let me be the voice of God whispering in your ear. Let go of the past, it’s all gone. GONE!”

    …foreal. It is not only very necessary, it is essential.

    Thank you for sharing.

    -Angela Sherice.

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    • Thanks for sharing your story. You are destined for greatness and will inspire and encourage many

      You sure do keep me going! I’m glad to see you here and on twitter.

      Continue to be a blessing to others!

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