Stack It How YOU Wanna....
Write What's On Your Heart....ALWAYS!!!!!
Substack has become a safe place for my soul….
A place where I can enjoy the two things I enjoy most in this world, reading and writing. It has also become an inspiration and motivation for me to do what I love which is writing. Yes I really wanted to sing but over everything from a young child I wanted nothing more than becoming an author. Reading took me away from the trauma and toxicity that was taking place in my life. Once I learned how to put words together to convey my feelings, the joy of writing became my best friend. Poetry, short stories, writing gave me a voice it gave me the freedom that I didn’t have to say and do what I wanted at least on paper.
I was a social media whore lol….
Truth is I see so many people’s newsletter’s and their like I deleted all of my social media accounts, and all I have now is Substack and my other writing platforms. Yay for them I will not sit here and lie to anyone. I haven’t deleted any of mine I have cut down considerably from being on them as much as I use to be. Now I am addicted to Substack, one addiction after the other. I thought I escaped the whole world of selling things. I understand everyone’s work has a price, a lot of people write for a living and I can’t lie I have slight envy of those that do. I would want nothing more than to be able to do what I really love for a living, from home or outside of a traditional work environment and be able to have more time with my daughter. Unfortunately do to the current situations of this world writing right now would have to be a side gig, not my main source of income. I believe deep down in my soul I have faith and I am manifesting it to be that one day soon, I will be able to do so.
Nothing I do is traditional…
I am unique and I never stick to the guidelines, follow the rules and I hardly listened growing up as a kid. My mama use to say a hard head makes a soft ass, in so many words this will not be a TRADITIONAL newsletter. I don’t have a niche or a particular group that I am solely reaching out to, that is how you marginalize yourself and for me the sky is the limit. I can’t guarantee what you will see when I post because I am writing about what is heavy on my soul at the present time. I don’t have any notes or outlines for my pieces because I am not that type of writer. I am an artist and art isn’t perfect it isn’t always outlined it just flows. I hope and pray that the words that make up every note and piece I post can help someone else in one way or another. I am not here to promote my products because I don’t have any I am here for the love of writing. One of my pieces my be geared to someone dealing with Anxiety, the may be about love and heartbreak, grieving or any other topic that I can relate to.
We Listen And We Don’t Judge…
I am not here to knock anyone’s hustle we all have to eat, keep a rough over our heads and survive. I personally just don’t like when I think I found a safe space to be, to do what I love and someone is trying to sell me there 12 step guide on how I should run my ish. How can you tell a writer how to be a writer and what they should write about? Now I don’t think that is fair because what works for one person is not always going to work for the other. Like right now I really should be in bed but this has been bothering me and I had to express it because I know that I am not alone. I have read really helpful newsletters that are helping me with my writing. Allowing me to figure out how to squeeze it in and hold myself accountable. No matter what I write just write and that’s it. Articles about ADHD in which I suffer from very badly along with several other diagnoses, that are helping me to understand myself, how my brain works and letting me know its not just me I am not alone.
All my life I never felt complete because I was diagnosed with it so young and unfortunately in the African American community, they don’t care enough about us to explain. They wanted my mother to put me in special education on medication and tried to convince her by telling her that she could get a disability check for me if she did so. As much as my mama could’ve used that money she refused to have me labeled in that way. I guess her going through her own life labeled suffering from what they called Manic depression back then, Bipolar Disorder is what they call it now she didn’t want that for me. Reading two articles today I really wanted to break down in tears and I probably would have if I wasn’t in public. Both described me and what I suffer with to the T. When you don’t know you judge we are all guilty of that at some point in our lives. I try my best not too hell I judge myself enough I be too busy judging me, and that was another thing they mentioned. I took so many screenshots because I need to try these methods that they mentioned. I am not lazy I am not crazy my brain works differently in which I already knew, and I have to learn how to work with it instead of against it. Just as much compassion that I may show someone else, I need to show the same amount if not more to myself and that has always been a big down fall for me. My mind is all over the place always thinking the negative before any positives can show up, I simply call it the list of what ifs. If I publish my book and it don’t sell, what will I do?, If I create this product and it doesn’t sell and I invest so much of my time and money, that’s money and time down the drain. Going to a new job location , what if no one likes me? I should be use to that all my life I experienced that. It took me well into adulthood to understand that most people that don’t like me, really don’t like themselves mainly because I never did anything to these people. Biblically speaking my anointing upsets their demons PERIOD! I mean that with every fiber in my body, people can smell when God’s anointing is upon you. Your presence your aura is different and even on a bad day, you still shine bright and they can’t stand it and they end up not liking you. The younger me would be so distraught and depressed about the fact that I can count all my friends on one hand and still have room. Today I simply could careless my new motto is quality over quantity, the friends that I do have or more than friends their my family at this point. I know that they mean me well at all times, they down to ride/always have my back near or far, and they going give me the truth about myself at all times.
The Moral of This Story Is….
Be your authentic self don’t let society and other writer’s dictate what you should write and post, speak from your heart at all times but….choose your words wisely.
My Mama Said…
Boy how I miss this lady my mama that is, through out my life time with her she taught me numerous lessons. Sometimes just by watching how she ALWAYS made it through her situations no matter what……
The most valuable lesson of she taught me is….BE MYSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS ALREADY TAKEN!!!!!
With That Being Said…..
Be yourself don’t be afraid to shine bright at all times in all situations and walk is YOUR OWN TRUTH, YOUR PATH…..NOT SOMEONE ELSE!!!!!