There is a great difference in what a person says versus what they write when they explode their heart onto paper. Then there are people who stay completely mute, but their hands can’t stop moving across a paper. The quietest people have a lot to say, and I am that kind of person. This isn’t a sappy “feel-bad-for-me” biography, but what makes up of me and who I am. To be subtle and blunt, I cry over small things and I write about self-empowerment and love, but there is a root to the reason why.
Since the traumatizing moment I experienced as a young child, I had developed a speech disorder. For all of elementary school, I was cooped up with the speech therapist until it became my home. Of course, I didn’t realize the flaw until I was much older and noticed the reactions from other people. My confidence level would go up and down, and it came with other mental health disorders- but with an Afghan family like mine, there is no such thing as mental health disorders. With this, I took my approach to write down whatever I wasn’t able to say. I cried a lot, I wrote a lot, and I still do. That action led me to becoming an active writer, following my grandfather’s footsteps as he was …show more content…
For one, I easily allow people into my life. I welcome them with an embrace and then get hurt once they leave. One would think after the second or third time, I would enclose my arms and restrict others, but I don’t. I allow more and more people in. This was shown through my poetry when I realized that each one is about a different person I connected to emotionally, but it wasn’t a mutual feeling. I allowed anyone into my life for the feeling of love and self-acceptance. It has become such a regular routine for me that it doesn’t even hurt me anymore when the person I have fell in love with decides to walk away from my life. Now, I just write about it and thank them for being my