The Brave Writer: How Words Release Your Soul

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How many times have you found yourself unable to express your feelings? Have you ever felt nothing could get your emotions out no matter how much you tried?

I’ve been there, a lot. Speaking as a child was always hard. You never felt listened to, you stuttered or messed up your words. People made fun of you for what you said, serious or not. I think we can all agree that words hurt, A LOT, just as they can heal, inspire, make us laugh and anger us.

But what would any of us be without words? Without words, we would not be able to express our feelings to someone, learn something new, talk things out and inspire many readers around the world. I guess I’ve been thinking of that more lately after a post I wrote on LinkedIn. As some of you may know, the job search can be tough. It’s easy to forget that others are struggling, feel discouraged and hopeless and lose their confidence just like you do. I decided to write about it on LinkedIn and I know plenty of you saw my last post here because I mentioned it there. I was overwhelmed by those who found comfort in my words and felt less alone, encouraged by another sharing their story and being brave enough to do it.

We should all aspire to be brave and write how we feel, even if it’s hard.

I’d like to say something about words, not just as a writer, but as a person.

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Our words can still make a difference. To speak them, however, an ounce of bravery and taking a leap of faith is required. Sometimes your words will be praised, other times rejected. You also have the times where people will lash out for reasons we may never know nor understand.

Then there is the silence where no words are shared at all. It’s there I feel not just us writers, but all of us worry and get scared. We worry if we offended someone, that we said something wrong or…maybe people are just left speechless in a good way that they cannot find the words to express their emotions.

For me, words scarred my heart for a long time. But, words have also mended and healed when I never asked for them. I know with this blog it has been a leap of faith to share my thoughts in a forum of this magnitude. There are many more blogs out there besides my own that people read and respond to in different ways. Writing words helps us be open, honest and get things off our chest that we may not be able to verbally. Whether we write them in a journal, a blog, on social media and so on, writing helps us speak truth.

Maybe more of us should do that more often.

So express yourself using the words in your heart. Write them out if you cannot say them aloud. You might feel different and just might inspire someone you’ve never met later on to write out their feelings too.

Happy writing!

I also want to quickly say to all those who checked out my LinkedIn post, thank you :). Also, my Book of the Month for September is up! Go to Book of the Month 2017 in the menu and look for September. Enjoy!

 

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A Writer’s Lament: Losing Heart in an Ever-Changing World

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I want to begin this post by thanking everyone who was understanding of my break from blogging. Decisions involving what you love to do, or anything in general really, are never easy to make.

As I write this, it’s about the middle of September. Hurricanes Harvey and Irma have ravaged Texas and Florida and the Caribbean, I found myself losing faith in my fellow man after Charlottesville, my creativity stalled altogether and the job search…becoming hopeless…feeling I was stupid for wanting to do what I love instead of playing it “safe” by going for a career where I was secured a position upon graduation.

I also found myself withdrawing from a writing opportunity with BuzzFeed for their upcoming Mental Health Awareness Week, feeling if I talked about my struggles and shared my insights, that would make career prospects even worse.

My work with YAYWORLD and HEAL(er) Mag have been nothing short of inspiring, encouraging and fulfilling. I guess I just wish there was a way I could do more things like that where I could be myself, talk about what I love and feel I’m making a difference for someone. (If you want to check out my YAYWORLD and HEAL(er) Mag contributions, go to the Portfolio tab)

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The world is not what I imagined it would be when I reached 24 years old.

I’m sharing these negative emotions because I think us writers–and any artists–like pretending we’re fine and having a smile on our face when, deep down, we are falling apart and sad. That’s why The Writing Desk by Rachel Hauck (and Book Pick for August) resonated with me. I feel like a fraud, a failure, flop and mistake.

You don’t see tears being shed when my bedroom door is closed, asking God why He has forsaken me and what did I do wrong to be going through what I am.

You feel like people don’t see the real you: the imperfect but passionate, loving, real and hardworking you who just needs more people to take a chance on her. Who sees someone who loves to write and will make things brighter through words.

You just don’t feel good enough.

Someone told me recently that I am a little timid about writing, and it’s true. I am because I take my work seriously, carefully considering my intent, topic, words and story to share. I want to share the positive, but sometimes I want to be honest about the difficult things.

Writing is who I am; what saved my life as a teenager when I had no idea what I wanted to do. Writing brought out my authentic self when I couldn’t express my heart in any other way. Give me a word, theme, whatever and I’d write something.

Maybe these emotions come from further research about the writing and publishing industry through seeing the stories that I have about books (if you’re part of the Young Adult book community or avid reader you know what I’m talking about), the jobs where they want experience you don’t even have yet and just wondering how you could ever measure up to writers you always loved, admired and respected. You stop writing your novel, you forget about short stories, and you really ask yourself…

How can I write in a world where people can be so mean to each other, so quick to judge one another and where you are overlooked for a job because of something you just don’t have even when you fit?

Do you see me, or just the stories I choose to write about and share?

How can we find heart again when we lose so much in so short a time?

Why can’t we remember our self-worth–as writers and as human beings–when times get hard?