Inside of me is a writer, a story teller. I was always a writer over a reader and I am reminded of this about myself more and more as my oldest son is turning 11 and beginning to decide to write instead of read. He will sit down and type a story and go on and on and it brings him such joy. It becomes more and more obvious to me that there is a part of me that needs this too. He is most like me in his sense of purpose. He wants to be seen as good and he shames himself when he makes mistakes. He is a story teller and sometimes it makes it easy for him to lie when he wants to be seen as good. At heart he loves helping people and being connected to people. He loves having a good conversation and he gets so excited to talk to someone that some times his cheeks heat up and turn red and he fumbles all over his words. I see my son and he continues to help me see myself and it is the most amazing gift to see what you have been missing in your life is being the real you.
I began taking classes in literature when I started my associates degree at Minneapolis Community and Technical College because I knew it was the most classes I would need and wanted to get them out of the way. When I had completed my core requirements and could choose my electives my American Literature professor asked if I would take more writing classes and if I had ever considered a major in writing. I swell up thinking about a moment where I actually felt seen. That someone had paid attention and saw how much heart and soul I put into my work and how challenging it was for me to open and honest. He had me hooked on using all of my remaining electives on writing courses and I wrote some of the most fulfilling pieces of my life. Pieces that healed me and began to write a new narrative in my life. I didn't focus my Bachelor in writing and it took me another 7 years to get my license to practice but here I am with the intent to write, because I made a promise to myself I wouldn't stop writing throughout my life. And I plan to write with that purpose that created a fan in my literature teacher and began to heal my heart in the hopes that what I write can help in healing the heart of others.
I am 6 months in to having a business and it is not in the best place, but it has its place and it is here for me to spread my wings and grow. I work daily on assessments to get people the help they need to be supported in their recovery from substance use. I reach out to others in the helping field to support them and to receive support. I spend time lifting others up and utilize my healing nature to show them they can mend and repair themselves in powerful ways. I use the language that ignites fires in their heart so that they can see the child inside of themselves that has been quiet for too long and has been waiting for their turn to shine. I help them see that the life they are waiting for is only needing to be created. I cry tears with them and share love, compassion and understanding and allow the sorrow in their heart to be felt, seen and heard. We say goodbye to the parts that need to go and embrace the space where creativity and imagination can grow from the dreams living inside of them.
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