Friday, December 3, 2010

There are days when I look back and I remember all the stuggles and pain that I endured; I remember only being very depressed.  I re-live my eigth grade year and remember only that I wished to end my life because I didn’t think I was strong enough to endure any more excruciating trails life would continue to throw at me.  However, through all the pain, life was still going on all around me.  At home with my family I was still a little girl dancing in the ballet and arguing with my brothers.  In between the pitfalls I had very high peaks, and it is those peaks that I wish to remember and pass on as my legacy. I crave to understand my own purpose in life and therefore drawn to figure out who I was back then and how I wish to move forward now.  This is why I write, this is way I evaluate...

1 comment:

  1. Writing can be a healthy, creative outlet to express all those negative feelings and also connect with others. I think you made the right choice when you started writing.
    I have one poem in my poetry book called ''Innocence committed suicide''. I think you will love it.
    Maria Papadopoulou:
    Author of the Poetry book: From Hell With Love Blog: