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.
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.
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.
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