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Four years ago today, I embarked on a journey by joining Writer's Outlet. I didn't know what to expect or how my writings would be received but I went ahead anyway because I wanted to be around like-minded people who understand and share my passion in writing, people who accept and can relate to why I do what I do, people who won't look at me funny and think that this passion of mine is a waste of time. In short, I wanted to be around people who 'get it'. I am happy to say that I found all of that and more. I am now a proud member of a growing community of supportive and helpful writers and for that, I am grateful. 

I was nervous when I dropped my first piece of writing in there. I felt like the new kid on the block making an appearance at the playground with the other kids sizing me up, mentally measuring my worth to be one of them. It was overwhelmingly intimidating to say the least. Doubt and insecurity tugged at me from every corner and soon after, fear came knocking at my door. The menacing trio (doubt, insecurity & fear) mocked me and did their best to shake me down but, I refused to let them win. I downplayed my nerves and went in confidently with a plan. My plan was to write one piece of writing a day each day regardless of how things panned out. I figured, one piece of writing a day each day, by the time I hit my one year mark, I'd have 365 pieces of writing in my portfolio, which would be a personal accomplishment for me. 

But, plans change. 

There were days where I was so inspired and driven, I ended up writing more than one piece a day. And then there were days where life got in the way that made me unable to write anything. Now within four years, I am proud of what I've achieved thus far. With 795 pieces of writing, two books that are work-in-progress, I'd say it's not too shabby at all. 

I'll be the first to admit there's plenty of room for me to grow and I am learning every day. I am a work in progress, THIS is me. 


"I am not a stranger to the dark. Hide away, they say, 'cause we don't want your broken parts. I've learned to be ashamed of my scars. Run away, they say, no one's love you as you are. But I won't let them break me down to dust, I know there's a place for us, for we are glorious. 

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down, I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out. I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I'm meant to be, THIS is me. Look out 'cause here I come, and I'm marching to the beat I drum. I'm not scared to be seen, I make no apologies, THIS is me."


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