I've been writing since I was a little girl growing up in Kingston, Jamaica. Before wandering the streets to escape hell at home, I ran away to imaginary worlds made of ever in my hands, pad and pen.
My pen got layed down for many years as the daily struggle to survive became my major focus but inside there was always this yearning to write. You see, I even enjoy the very act of writing... the pen moving over paper leaving a trace of words that open up other possibilities is comforting when I need it to be or, quite exhilarating sometimes. Writing is freedom! Puncing keys and watching electronic impressions create new people or ideas, heal my heart or inspire someone is more fulfilling than anything else I do.
So while my pen remained close to me but idle and my gifts layed buried in graves of trauma and I was just about to give up the ghost on it all, a heroine came along. (Love that song by Mariah Carey) We had a counseling session together, myself and I. Myself, my hero, the God in me. As if awakening from a deep sleep I suddenly Iearned that, that yearning to be somebody is a yearning to be free of the bondage of childhood emotional trauma. The God in me spoke, saying, all that I hope to happen in life for me, I had to do it for myself! No one else could, not even Him! My two hands, my feet, my mouth, my heart, my determination would have to do it. Stunned, I said OK, but what do I do?
I was stunned you see, because I had been waiting all my life for God to finally see my suffering and my waitng and out of his mercy toss me a miracle out of the blue and voila! I'd have overnight success. I hadn't learned yet that success came with hard work, acceptance of failures, discipline, practice, education etc. etc. Who had taught me that while they were busy abandoning, rejecting, neglecting and abusing me in all manner of ways? Nevertheless, I had to learn those lessons to move forward with my dreams and aspirations.
To coax me out of the fog of denial of the pain of my past, my God, my hero asked me a series of questions including, what did you love to do the most as a child? Writing! I answered without pause. What did you first want to be when you grew up? A writer, I answered quickly. What subjects were you good at in school? English, reading comprehension, essays, art, etc. all came out of me effortlessly. Then He told me point black to Go Back To Your First Love! That was a breakthrough moment already but then He added, Now Write The Book! That's the book He gave me the title for a year prior, the one I struggled to begin because I wasn't sure what the mesage should be but after the conversation with Holy spirit, I wrote thirteen chapters in 23 hours, non stop. Then, after another late night Holy Spirit visit I completed a pro life book that same night, called, Where's My Baby? Conversations of babies in heaven...Folow my sites to learn more.
Now that I have begun to write again, I write with purpose: to support adult survivors of child abuse. There is no need to run away or hide anymore for I am in touch and closely connected to the God in me that is the heroine in me whom I have come to love dearly. I write on behlaf of abuse survivors and the message is, though the road may be rough and the going tough, with a little support, we can return to our original state, the way we were before abuse.