Less than a year ago I undertook a journey into the writing world. I had been writing since May 2010 but I wasn’t on Twitter and I didn’t have a blog. All the issues I was facing in my personal life made me feel like I needed an outlet.
So I went out there and I showed myself. Without fear, without reserve, I ranted, I exposed my darkest secrets, and I told the tale of my recovery. One view became forty thousand. Over eight months, I had gathered a crowd of supporters and fans, people from all ages and backgrounds, who believed in me and encouraged me to keep going no matter how down I felt on certain days. I wanted to give up, then a voice emerged and told me to hang in there. I wanted to cry my heart out and another voice told me to speak up.
My life was bound to daily posts. I lost sleep over it. I created a world where my ache had found a reason to exist, and I didn’t know how to detach myself from it. Soon I was known for my incurable pain.
But behind the curtain, I got better. The sadness of the past few months seemed like a long gone nightmare. Even my writing changed and became positive. I knew I was a new person.
I’ve been relentlessly working on my book. I want the world to learn the story of Esperanza, my alter ego in the fiction world who also fought her own demons before finding the strength to grow and become an incredible woman.
Today I wear a new outfit. The author is ready to conquer everything. The blogger will display a new style, a new face, a new version of what the Manicheans represent for me now.
I haven’t lost my voice. Just found a stronger one. And I like it a lot. Will you like it too? I surely hope you do. 🙂