I am a woman, a sister, a friend, a true friend
I am a daughter, a mum in progress
I am a mum of one, one little man, one miracle of life
I am a learner, a witness, a secret girl
I am a child of God
I am a God believer
I went through depression and an abusive marriage
I kept living through darkness, thought I could not see any light above my head
I kept smiling, while my heart was in pieces and my life a complete mess
I am going through a divorce, but this too will end
I learnt that silence can do as much damage as a blow or a fist punch in the face
I learnt that scars can remain unseen
I learnt happiness is a personal choice
I learnt the raw nature of love
I am a seeker of peace, truth, serenity
I fight for justice and equality
I fight for respect and tolerance
I fight for human rights and human dignity
I am a writer
Writing is in the air I breathe
Writing is a passion
Even when words come uninvited, I let them be
Writing is my truth
A long time ago, I decided to discover the world, to get out of my zone of comfort and see what others had to offer.
I discovered this world, the blogging world, this other reality, this other truth.
I met people, women with a sense of humanity, women with words that moved me, women with a story to tell.
I started this space when I was about to get married. I wanted to share about love, my love for this man, about my joy of having him in my life, when all around me, my world was falling apart. We had a tough start. It was not a fairy tale. We also had a crazy end.
I kept writing on this space. People kept sending messages of love and peace. Friends kept me in their prayers.
I kept writing, moving, breathing, through grief and pain and loss. Every time I was about to give up, somebody was there with her hands full of love.
I kept writing in this space, my space of freedom, I kept writing about my thoughts, my doubts, my joys, and my life.
I started writing about my miracle, my little boy, the one I was so scared to give birth to, the one who teaches me every day what life is about, who shows me that beauty can be found everywhere, that laundry can wait another day, that life is not about suffering, but that loving is at the center of every encounter, every blessed relationship.
I keep writing for the pleasure, for the pleasure of being with you, for the chance I have of being alive and never alone.