I am free. I also love anything that is free99. My love in freedom is innate in who I am. I have a need to be independent in a world that has let me down in many ways. Looking back I dwell on the pain that I have endured. It feels so real sometimes and other times I forget what pain is. I feel free like I can conquer the world all by myself. Like I can help anyone in need but in reality I can only help myself. Freedom is peace. I’ve always enjoyed my time alone because I know I can trust myself.
On the surface, it all seems so real and perfect and it is and it isn’t. It’s always much harder getting back up. But I’m up again.
I promise to bring her back. To use my words on paper, in audible words and in singing songs. To speak through my dance and actions. It is done.
My plan was to leave. So I did. I was 18 years old, a freshman in college. I wanted to run away from my problems at home with my parents. Little did I know that those problems would follow me.
I was naive, I thought I could conquer the world on my own terms. Everything was going pretty good. I had a job, I got into the only college I applied to and I moved out a few weeks after my first semester started.
I was living the college dream. So I thought. I was going to my classes, study groups, events on campus and bonding with my partner and new roommates.
But I still continued to have the same issues with my parents living on my own.
Slowly through the years, I changed. I learned from bad roommate experiences, failed classes and I even had a baby all while in college. But I graduated with my 3-month-old son on my hip and a double major in Broadcast Journalism and Sociology diploma on the other.
So I am choosing to not run away anymore and put my work out there.
It’s only when you have the courage to face your fears that you will grow.