You can have it all my empire of dirt. I've been writing for four years. I write about some strange shit that has happened in my life. I feel like I am building an empire of sorts. A legacy. My blog is not popular. It's not like me to not care how it is received. It's totally outside of me this inspiration that drives me to keep going when I've had zero encouragement. Well my mom says it's good. I like my poems and short stories mostly...And this is just what I do...Following my own beat!
And yes I would like to be discovered as a talented writer...You know like have my creativity be recognized. Have what happens to me be given a glance. Have kudos for my recovery...And so on. But for some reason God is not giving that to me. Funny I was so famous in 2013. I really believed I was! Maybe I am in the other realm? Maybe it's just not my time on blogger. But I could keep writing on all this the rest of my life. It's just that powerful! It's kinda nice writing about being crazy in retrospect and not actually while experiencing it. It's deep. Meaningful. Building an empire for me and the ones I love.
Even if all that ever comes of my writing is that my offspring can really know me and about this time when they were little. When I never let them know anything was wrong. My six year old wants to kick Adam in the balls. Lol. That's my boy! He's fiercely loyal to me! My nine year old is like why do they send you to jail for loving him? Thats not nice mom! The love is the enemy...Is the love huh?
I love writing. I am inspired on the daily to share my existence with others. All you humans whether it's many or few doesn't matter. If I can make a difference in just one life then that's worth it to me. Maybe have someone have more faith in God? Maybe have someone look for the dreams within themselves. Maybe help someone with mental illness believe they are not so sick...But they are spiritual.
I struggled for so long with the stigma of the term mentall illness. I was in chains for it. I was paraded through the system because I loved someone that couldn't understand. And that's just the way it is. That's just the calling on my life. And nothings for free...Everything comes with a price! And I am so gifted! Holy shit! And it wasn't free.
And yes I would like to be discovered as a talented writer...You know like have my creativity be recognized. Have what happens to me be given a glance. Have kudos for my recovery...And so on. But for some reason God is not giving that to me. Funny I was so famous in 2013. I really believed I was! Maybe I am in the other realm? Maybe it's just not my time on blogger. But I could keep writing on all this the rest of my life. It's just that powerful! It's kinda nice writing about being crazy in retrospect and not actually while experiencing it. It's deep. Meaningful. Building an empire for me and the ones I love.
Even if all that ever comes of my writing is that my offspring can really know me and about this time when they were little. When I never let them know anything was wrong. My six year old wants to kick Adam in the balls. Lol. That's my boy! He's fiercely loyal to me! My nine year old is like why do they send you to jail for loving him? Thats not nice mom! The love is the enemy...Is the love huh?
I love writing. I am inspired on the daily to share my existence with others. All you humans whether it's many or few doesn't matter. If I can make a difference in just one life then that's worth it to me. Maybe have someone have more faith in God? Maybe have someone look for the dreams within themselves. Maybe help someone with mental illness believe they are not so sick...But they are spiritual.
I struggled for so long with the stigma of the term mentall illness. I was in chains for it. I was paraded through the system because I loved someone that couldn't understand. And that's just the way it is. That's just the calling on my life. And nothings for free...Everything comes with a price! And I am so gifted! Holy shit! And it wasn't free.
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