It is difficult to write on the internet without thinking about the judgments of others, but it makes me feel good and I know it’s a good thing because my intention is to help others. I tell myself that I was going to put aside any judgments because I believe can help at least one person passing through a difficult stage. By my experience, all photos on instagram, Facebook, etc. publishing per million every day is just a cover. Personally, I love the photos, but all this is a misrepresentation of what people really feel in their hearts, in their souls. It is never enough to publish posts of encouragement, hope. I opt to publish reality.
I started writing for several years, but I stopped on the way. I remember in 5th grade, my English teacher made us buy a diary. We started to describe our day by what we ate, what we played and so on. At the end of the year, I continued to write whatever was going on in my head. I had a freedom and it relieved me. I then began to write poems. I had tons and that of all subjects. I had no place to put them. I improved every writing, I was only in primary. It was my duty of the week.
Before going into the details and to put you in context, I must tell you that I lived with my grandmother. She had immigrated to a new country for several years, but had difficulty integrating into society. She came from Haiti in a small village to the north. She never expressed emotions, no love. One day, she found all the notes, poems I had. Since she knew little to read, she asked one of these sons to read it. He laughed at me, I wanted to disappear. It was pretty humiliating and more my grandmother was very angry about what I was writing. I was 13 years old, I was writing my evolution from my teens and it was personal. She was so furious that she struck me. After this event, I thought I was never going to write in my entire life. It was too shameful.
It took me years to recover. Since that event, I no longer wrote, I began to have a much more spelling mistake in my writing exams and so on. My confidence had greatly diminished. Glory to God, today I see the benefit of writing. Recently I have begun again. I am now writing blogs, scripts, etc. I know I still have to improve on my faults of syntax, spelling but I remain persevering. I write in French, in English and soon I will start writing in Creole. I feel much less depressed and free. It is a pleasure for me to lose myself in front of my laptop. Do not let anyone contradict you or humiliate you in what you enjoy doing.
Writing for me allows me to:
1.Facilitates my learning and writing skills
2. Reduces my stress levels
3. Allow me to release myself
4. This allows me to develop my creativity
5. Makes it very easy to achieve my goals
«Romans 5:3-5 Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.»