I am a daughter, a sister and a mother. I do not have a horrible life nor do I have a notable one. I am however a person that wears her heart on her sleeve. I celebrate my joy exuding laughter, I love with a deep vigor and I hurt with a hopeless devastation. To bring balance to my life I write. I write to preserve the memory of influential, or more often challenging, times in my life.
I do not have a filter. Mainly because I work in a customer service driven industry where I must hold my tongue and allow people to climb up to the darkest crevices of my rectal cavity. (No, not literally) At the conclusion of my day when I stand out of my painfully uncomfortable office chair, and stretch myself out of the Quasimodo posture that hours worth of being hunched over a keyboard has bound me in, I rip off the filter suffocating me. I throw it to the ground, smash it under the weight of my foot and flip it off as I walk away for good measure.
I hope that even a single person can find comfort they that are not alone in their experiences, find a different perspective or maybe even to shortly share in the sorrows of my writing. From me to you.
My Silent Story