04/15/2026
The beginning of a writer by Angel
I started writing at around 12 or 13 ..I remember going to my grandmothers house in woodside new York.
I was laying on my dad's bed he used, when staying there and I found a small red book .
I was just curious, so I started opening it and reading it.and it was full of all these poem or sonnets, but when I read the poem ...How do I love thee...let me count the ways, it was so deep and soulful and me being a romantic soul even at a young age I became, lost within her words.just the way it flowed together. Was like a dance, connected and in sync.
Then about 6 months or so
I joined a group for Christians that were from my high school .at cvhs, it was empowering group, and it helped me to feel important and that I belonged to something. They took us camping .and for me, it was so amazing, I never was able to go to any camp, because my family just didn't care to let me and they just liked having band parties. So I never had the chance to enjoy what everyone else was doing by camp or having parent to take you on trips together.
But this young life group took me in and i went camping and did activities too .but while we were at the camping groun, .the counselor that was in charge, told us we all were going to have quiet time, Now I had no idea what that meant, but evidently, it was about 1 hour of all of us not speaking or playing, just basically sitting down and thinking?
I asked one of my friends, what are we supposed to do for this hour, she laughed and handed me a pen and paper.
And said, use this to write something, write about how you feel, write whatever you want.
I starred at the blank paper for a few minutes, and I just started opening up like a rush of water coming through me, as i broke down in that moment, feeling every pain and sadness that was holding me hostage for so long.
My emotions started pouring out.and after that it became my only to escape from the inside of me that was doing everything to stay strong through that madness i was facing and using that paper and a pen, I could finally allow myself to scream out and share what was happening to me, what I endured,
That pen showed me a way to release and escape from the suffering inside.
After that, I was determined to get away from the sick world I was imprisoned in.
And I did it but I went from one nightmare to another.I started on the path of finding my own voice, I suffered alone in those many years and it seemed like whatever I did or wherever I went, I would become someone's victim lost in a maze I couldn't find a way out of just a character in someone's sick game.
Now today, I look back and I'm greatful, greatful I'm alive,greatful spirit kept telling me there was more for me, so keep fighting, and greatful I found my light to unblock that darkness that was continously killing my slowly inside
I now have a voice to share my story, my truth, and i use it to make a difference in someone's else's life.
Maybe, I didn't have a way to get out of it all soon enough and it took me over 40 years to become free. Today, I get to use all my knowledge my pain,my sadness, and use it to be a mentor, and a teacher
I became a warrior, not a survivor, but a warrior. Because I didn't get out of it by crawling, and or barely living through it , I fought, scratched, clawed and had to basically pull myself out of my own grave. There was no, one person to save me, or to really love me, or to tell me I'm gonna be ok.
It was me and spirit, it was that light that led me to my freedom and to the life that I was finally meant for.
And noone will ever control, manipulate, or abuse me in any way, again. I will achieve all the success and goals, in my
Music, my writing, and build a legacy to hand down to my sons. I fought too hard to allow myself to fail or fall .
This is my life, my freedom, and I can't wait to show myself just what I'm capable of.
I Never thought I could get away from that hell or live through it and become someone that others admire.
Today I'm beautiful, intelligent, spiritual, psychic, and I'm here on this planet for a reason. Thank you Spirit, for never giving up on me, for showing me my strength and power and now I'm open to all rewards, gifts, possibilities and opportunities
Today I celebrate myself, I'm empowered and I know I'm meant to be loved right.
Today is my moment, I'm not going to take it for granted and life is meant to be charished and enjoyed, not to suffocate in silence, to feel vulnerable and weak or unloved.
I love myself unconditionally every inch of my body is beautiful, no matter what my weight is bigger or smaller it doesn't matter because I'm worth it...
Thank you for listening
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