As I was digging through boxes and folders of papers and pictures that I inherited, I came across this photo of me that I frankly do not remember seeing before. My mother snapped this picture of me, without me realizing. I had thought she was taking a picture of the lovely scenery of Maryland's lush summer landscape, as in San Diego, CA, our weather does not allow for such greenery. I realize now, my mother meant to take this picture of me. She had taken me to the East Coast to cheer me up, because she sensed something was wrong.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest times of my life, but it wasn't. I was holding something so deep into my soul, into my heart and could not, and would not share with anyone. It wasn't that I didn't want to, I was scared.
At 15, I had always been a happy person, always smiling, and always playing around. This time something was quenching my spirit. I was not myself. Oh, how I wanted to be my free go-lucky self, but what had happened to me and how I was reacting to it, would never allow me to be the same.
This was the turning point in my life where I had to make some grown up decisions, where I questioned who I was, and what I was going to be.
In my book, "Embraced Identity," I will show how one incident could have me searching for my true self and embracing what I discover.
Over the next few months, I will be writing my story, and will be posting my process through blogging until my book is completed...Please come along with me..as I develop the story.
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