October 21, 2013
There's a story that I've had a hard time getting out of my head lately.
I'm not going to go into the details. I've thought about them too much lately. And the victim, Daisy Coleman, has spoken out on her own. (And can I just say that her bravery, from the first line to the last, is a physical pain to me. It brings me to tears.)
And as I dwelled on her story, I found myself relating to her more and more and more.
And I finally figured out why.
I sat down right here, and started to write about it. But before I could hit "publish," something stopped me.
I knew my "platform" just isn't big enough. I needed more people to hear.
So I submitted the piece to HuffPo. And they published it.
And I have to tell you, I thought my heart was going to just stop beating after I submitted it.
And when I got the email that it had been published... I cried. And I thought my heart might explode from racing so fast.
It's not the first time I've written about it. It's not even the first time I've blogged about it.
I've written about it here.
And more and more and more.
But I've been digging deeper these last several months. After I finished the first draft of my book, I had to go back. I had to put more in. It's one of the reasons I'm still not quite done.
Oh yes- it's in there. In the sort of detail I wish I could forget.
So for me this is a bit of a test. To see how much I can cope with the visibility that comes with putting your deepest, most raw emotions out there. Baring your soul, not just for all to see, but from a platform.
Thanks for all the support.
Posted by Becoming Supermommy