The discovery that led to my ultimate divorce from a man of
17 years can be described as nothing short of heinous. Because, it was. And it
wasn’t as something as simple as cheating, arguments about money or general
incompatibility, it was something much darker, much more nefarious than that.
It shook me to my core.
It broke me.
It damn near destroyed me.
I remember the sobs, “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO OUR
FAMILY????”
I screamed, I cried, I sobbed, I couldn’t sleep, I could
barely eat.
For nearly a full year that it took the divorce to be final I never wanted to leave the house. I didn’t want to socialize. I didn’t even know who I was anymore.
I couldn’t write.
I lost my voice.
I didn’t think I would ever find it again.
Yet, over time, I began to slowly crawl out of the labyrinth
of my new reality. I found my voice again. And, I began using it.
What emerged from the ashes of my life set aflame was
someone I didn’t recognize, but someone I still wanted to get to know.
Through the anger, the pain, the frustration, the fear, the
bitterness emerged someone better than I was before.
And why do I share this?
I share this because it was over the past few years, after
finding my voice, and beginning to use it for good as opposed to evil, that I
realized what my purpose was: To help other women like me, women who had lost
their voices once upon a time, find their voices again….and to show them how to
use that voice in an entirely new way.
Because everyone has a story.
Because that story can help someone else if you are brave
enough to share it.
Case in point, as I moved around the blogsphere, a fellow
blogger caught my attention. She was smart, funny, interesting and you can see
her heart flow through her words with an unmatched beauty and striking
resonance. A fellow blogger who, (unfortunately) right now is going through a hell
of her very own, a hell that her friends
are helping her fight her way out of, but it is in her strength, in sharing
her story with the world, that I can already see her healing, becoming stronger….finding
her voice again.
Not that I had a damn thing to do with that one, because I
didn’t, but that’s just one example.
There have been those I have been fortunate enough to touch,
to know, to be able to demonstrate how powerful and cathartic sharing your
story can be with the world, how it does bring forth ultimate healing, and how
it helps others to know one of the most important, beautiful, wonderful truths
in life:
You are not alone.
It’s easy to curl up into a ball, to sleep, to just want to
quit when the shades are pulled in your room as you slowly fall into the bleak
reality that is the portrait of your life as it exists in your head. It’s a lot
more difficult to do that when other people can help you crawl out of your own
muddled thoughts when they share their truth with you, just by writing a simple
blog.
Because once upon a time, you might have lost your voice.
Now? It’s time to find it once again.
And when you do, nothing will ever, ever be able to stop you.
You can. I believe in you.
Because once upon a time, I lost my voice. Then? I found it
again. And finally, it’s a voice I am proud of. Let me help you become even
more proud of yours, if you have it. And let me help you find it if you haven’t
yet.
In May, partnered with my marketing company, I will be
offering several online writing workshops, and I’d like to invite you to join
them. Because….your voice. It matters. More than you know.
Lovingly Yours,
Miss Adventures
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