Post by Nicole on Oct 22, 2023 7:17:24 GMT -5
A little girl at age ten began to write in her journal about her troubled times and family problems. She was taught at a young age to write by her teachers Mrs Fotchman, Mr Verway and Mr Porter from Central elementary school which os now closed in Grand Haven, Michigan.
My mother worked in a nursing home at the time called Christian Haven. She introduced me to Dawn Deglopper who was a Christian that I visited daily in the nursing home. Dawn began to get sick and I delivered her meal trays each evening after school.
At this time I would bring my writing to her and she would sit and listen intently while she ate to each page I wrote.
I was writing a book about my life but it seems I lost the writings long ago, though I managed to keep them for about 4 years. Many poems about love, diary entries and papers that I thought would always be there in the upstairs of my mother's house went missing.
So this has been a long standing journey, of a once want to be writer and child turned into adult and who isn't perfect nor can change all.
We have all flaws. Anyone who doesn't recognize this is sadly mistaken. No matter what we so in life it cannot manifest into perfection nor can it always be happy. Our time here is limited, so we are only what we leave behind hoping for a brighter future world.
My memories, life experiences, hurt and pain will all be forgotten as a dank mirror which reflects little light after my breath is no longer. Waiting only that someone would remember me and open this lifelong book in the end to understand the confusion that I call life. The depression that I suffered and the soul that I once had especially the side that loves all children, innocent and kind are they. Not jaded and hurtful like you, I and those of this world.
So to those who mock and poke at me for my life, my feelings, or what I have endured throughout my existence and life. I stand tall knowing that it hasn't been easy, it has been a struggle but I say, " I'm not a liar". Which is the worse type of person you can meet.
This journal is an entry, a pathway, a success of over 25 years of entries recording the stress, hurt and struggle of only one woman on this earth. It is not here for you the reader but for myself the writer so when I lode my memories and mind thatvI will still be able to reflect on the thoughts if my whole life and know of my journey. You can choose to utilize it if you want to, but it is mine and I will never feel sorry for what I speak as I am only recording what I feel.
My mother worked in a nursing home at the time called Christian Haven. She introduced me to Dawn Deglopper who was a Christian that I visited daily in the nursing home. Dawn began to get sick and I delivered her meal trays each evening after school.
At this time I would bring my writing to her and she would sit and listen intently while she ate to each page I wrote.
I was writing a book about my life but it seems I lost the writings long ago, though I managed to keep them for about 4 years. Many poems about love, diary entries and papers that I thought would always be there in the upstairs of my mother's house went missing.
So this has been a long standing journey, of a once want to be writer and child turned into adult and who isn't perfect nor can change all.
We have all flaws. Anyone who doesn't recognize this is sadly mistaken. No matter what we so in life it cannot manifest into perfection nor can it always be happy. Our time here is limited, so we are only what we leave behind hoping for a brighter future world.
My memories, life experiences, hurt and pain will all be forgotten as a dank mirror which reflects little light after my breath is no longer. Waiting only that someone would remember me and open this lifelong book in the end to understand the confusion that I call life. The depression that I suffered and the soul that I once had especially the side that loves all children, innocent and kind are they. Not jaded and hurtful like you, I and those of this world.
So to those who mock and poke at me for my life, my feelings, or what I have endured throughout my existence and life. I stand tall knowing that it hasn't been easy, it has been a struggle but I say, " I'm not a liar". Which is the worse type of person you can meet.
This journal is an entry, a pathway, a success of over 25 years of entries recording the stress, hurt and struggle of only one woman on this earth. It is not here for you the reader but for myself the writer so when I lode my memories and mind thatvI will still be able to reflect on the thoughts if my whole life and know of my journey. You can choose to utilize it if you want to, but it is mine and I will never feel sorry for what I speak as I am only recording what I feel.