In my earlier years, I hated you. When I was forced to write it became work, and being in school was already hard enough for me. Writing became a chore for me. How is writing suppose to help me in life anyway?
In my earlier years, I had blinders on. I only would write because I was told to. Now that I’m older and once I started journaling almost eight years ago, those blinders came off and what I saw next was beautiful. What I saw was nothing, it was a blank canvas in front of me. It was me and my canvas and that’s all. I was given the ultimate gift in life, and God has given me a blank canvas to create whatever I wanted.
I Can’t Write
At the time I was overwhelmed and embarrassed about my lack of skill in the writing department. I never thought I could be good enough. I never thought I belonged in this field or would ever be good enough to become an author and publish books. Who am I? Who would want to read a book from a dyslexic kid with a pretty serious learning disability? I hated reading with a passion and still struggle with it to this day. Everything that has to do with that department, I was bad at it.
Everything you just read is why I thought I could never be a good writer. But everything you just read is the reason why I think I’m going to be a good writer. Who knows maybe I’ll go on to sell millions of copies or even make the bestsellers list. Honestly, I don’t care, my writing is just going to be a small part of what I want to do.
Yes, I love writing and I owe everything to writing. As funny as this sounds if writing was a person I would shake his or her hand and thank them for what they did for me. Writing literally saved my life, and not being dramatic or funny saying that. I was in a bad place for a number of years. Writing helped me to keep going in life. Writing helped me to express myself and gave me a chance to create something unique and different like me.
I could be anything I wanted, I could write anything I wanted and writing helped me do that. From a young age, I had this handicap and extra weight on my shoulders. I just didn’t know how to deal with my issues on a daily basis.
Blessing In Disguise
After reading a book about Tupac, he was the final piece I needed to start this new hobby of mine. That hobby quickly became an obsession, and from there it took off. Writing gave me hope in life and made me feel something for the first time in a long time. I quickly realized, that this disability that God put on me from a young age. All though it caused a lot of stress over the years and a lot of tuff days. I quickly realized that when God made me dyslexic, was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. It made me think outside of the box and helped me to create the books that I have written and to start my blog that I have now.
In high school, if you would have told me where I would be in 10 years I would have laughed in your face. At 28 I have three books ready to be edited and published. I have four books in my head that I know I will write in the near future. Writing helped me to see the world differently and quickly helped me realize why I was put here on earth. I now want to share what I have learned with kids and young adults like me.
Nobody should feel useless or discouraged or even embarrassed all the time. Nobody should be ashamed of who they are and what they are going through and dealing with. Life is a battle and it’s not easy. I’m not perfect I only started to change my ways a few years ago. I was a late bloomer in the world, and it took me a long time to see that.
Now I want to help kids like me. I don’t want them to miss the opportunities that I missed. I don’t want kids to be pissed off toward the world and blaming people or whatever comes there way. I’m trying to help them find meaning and find purpose in life. That’s why I’m doing this now. I know what the struggle is like, I know how hard it is to carry that extra weight on your shoulders every day. I feel like it’s my job to help you take that weight off and start making the most of the life you have now.
Writing helped me to realize what I was doing wrong all these years. That’s why I salute you writing and thank you for everything you have done for me. Now that I’m not being forced to write, it’s now fun and something I’m trying to turn into a career. Who would have had thought, I would be trying to turn one of my worst weaknesses and something I struggled with the most in my life into a career now?
When I write now, It’s not with my fingers on a computer or a pencil in a book. I’m writing with my heart. I’m giving you and writing everything I have. Because I have wasted far too much time not giving life everything I have. Who knows if my writing will even help people, maybe it won’t but at least I can say I tried. But there’s also that possibility I could help one kid, or who knows maybe even hundreds or thousands of kids. Stay tuned, I’m only getting started.