I started writing since I was in elementary. I remember having a Hello Kitty diary, it was checkered red, with a little lock. Writing was a way to vent the pinned-up feelings that were so hard to express to others…and to some extent that little girl still lives inside of me.
I became a Christian at 16, a lot of my writings are conversations with God. I believe God is the only one that can truly handle all of me. I fall in love with the God who appreciates me for being real, authentic and transparent. Wouldn’t that be wonderful to have in earthy relationships? This is an attempt to be the real me.
We all have good and we all have bad. I will write about my bad, because it’s the only way it can be transformed into GOoD.
I was born in Central America, moved to Los Angeles when I was 7 years old to be reunited with my mother. I grew up in the inner-city, what other’s might label as, ‘at risk,’ low-income neighborhood. I was fortunate to have amazing teachers that saw potential in me and tracked me as college-bound. I graduated from well-known universities (dreams came true). I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and PTSD in 2014.
I believe writing is a powerful tool, so here are my attempts to continue my journey of healing; my journey of seeking peace.
He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you [My lovingkindness and My mercy are more than enough—always available—regardless of the situation]; for [My] power is being perfected [and is completed and shows itself most effectively] in [your] weakness.” Therefore, I will all the more gladly boast in my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ [may completely enfold me and] may dwell in me. 2 Cor 12: 9 AMP