I have to admit that when I write about anything personal that I try not to write something that might hurt my mom‘s feelings. For me, my writing is important to me and I try to be as free as I can. However, to put something down on paper that might later hurt my mom, even if what I say is true, I don’t feel it’s worth it to hurt her if I can help it. The bottom line is she’s my mom and always will be.
Has my life been this picture perfect life where my childhood was something other people dreamed of having? Nope. Not even close. As a matter of fact my childhood had abuse of all kinds in it. And someday when I feel okay to fully write about those I will. But for the time being it just isn’t necessary. For me, my writing can’t be forced. It needs to come naturally. If it doesn’t I think it would come across fake or contrived.
My writing needs to be a natural extension of who I am as a person. It has all been impacted by everything that has happened in it to where I am now. That is natural and as it should be.