I was running around trying to please everyone but myself. Trying to find happiness by making other people happy, instead of being still and taking care of myself.
Writing has been my passion my whole life, but I confined it to my journal and hid it. I thought that if I told my truth that people would judge and reject me. But as I reached midlife and my daughter was getting ready to head off to college, I came to a crossroads that I felt like if I didn't speak up that I was going to sink into a depression.
On January 1st, 2018 I clicked the publish button on my first blog post. In an attempt to follow a calling I didn't quite understand yet, I made a commitment to write a post a week no matter what. This was a commitment to my writing, but also I commitment to myself.
Like minded women found my blog and began commenting and reaching out to me. They told me that I inspired them by being vulnerable and honest about my abusive past, and my present struggles.
Their support gave me the courage to not only keep writing, but to be even more vulnerable and brave in my writing.
This led me to start posting my art on Instagram, and eventually sell it.
Before I started this creative journey I was lost, depressed, and unmotivated. Now, I am energized and excited about the future.
I am so grateful that I had the courage to take that first step.
I mostly hang out on Instagram, the best way to contact me is to DM me @womanwhy
'THE QUEENS' ART SHOW DEBUT AT NUCLEUS GALLERY IN PORTLAND OREGON (July 2019)
Womanwhy was born out of me asking the question WHY? Why did I feel dissatisfied when I had all the things I had worked so hard for? Why did I want to drive off by myself and escape my current life? Why did I feel so sad and frustrated? I was trying to change everything around me to make my life better, but my real journey started when I looked inside....
My passion has always been writing, so I started my journey there. I feel good, whole and connected when I write so it seemed like a good place to start. My writing led me to revealing my truth of growing up in abuse, which I had kept hidden and lied about for most of my life. It also led me to rediscovering my artistic side, and drawing again.