Every once in a while, I look in the mirror and think, “What are you doing? No one is even reading this.” I feel the pressure of the outside world, of fear, of the need to be silent. I respond with silence and doubt. It is how I’ve grown up. It’s what I know.
Every once in a while, I think I should be done with it, stop talking about it, walk away.
Every once in a while, someone contacts me out of the blue to tell me how much something I wrote resonated with them, how they connected with it, how it helped. They share their own story, their own pain. They need to be reminded that there will be better days.
Every once in a while, I am reminded that I didn’t go through AND survive all the pain of my past to just sit down and shut up.
“His father was a violent and abusive man, a man whose biggest mistake, Conroy once said, was allowing a novelist to grow up in his home.” [Source]
I grew up to be a writer. A photographer. A speaker. A talker. A shoulder. All these things equip me to speak out and be a safe landing spot. Every once in a while, I remember that I have a toolbox full of life experiences and artistic gifts that are there for me to take out and use when needed.
Every once in a while, I’m reminded that the time is now, that someone needs a word, a reminder themselves, not tomorrow but today.
For such a time as this, I am speaking out. Again. And again. I will use the tools I have, like so many others do, and I will share.
Every once in a while, I climb back to the top of the mountain where I belong and take my rightful place on the throne of worthiness.
I am worthy and valuable ALL THE TIME.
So are YOU.
*Featured image, as shown as a thumbnail on main page, by Kelsey Ann Photography.