Wednesday, August 14, 2019

New Resident Log: Day Two

It's cozy here. Not real tidy at the moment, but homey none the less. I can overlook the dirty dishes.
I'm being very careful to exist with little to no lasting impact. Nobody likes a new roommate who isn't conscientious about that.
Janna doesn't know that I've been sleeping with her at night. (And she thinks that guy with the weird eye---she calls him Rooney---is the bed hog. If only she had a clue!) She talks in her sleep. Funny stuff.
She hasn't yet noticed that I shower when she does, which is only because water conservation is important. I'm sure she'll thank me later.
There are SO many books here. I wish I could read.
There might be just as many pairs of shoes, but since I've got eight legs I can't borrow any.
Okay, that's it for today's log. I can tell Janna is pretty drained, and I think she's headed for the couch. I hope we watch another episode of Law & Order, I like that show! BUH BUH! Ha.
Until tomorrow,
Stanley*
*Stanley is my real name, not The Biggest Spider I've Ever Seen, as Janna initially assumed.

Sunday, July 7, 2019

From Fiction to Truth

Back when I was a writer of fiction, and planned the same for my future, I had no idea how important truth would become to me.
Now, roughly a decade later, truth is my platform.
I didn't anticipate the shift. I've been hesitant to wholly accept it, too. Thought I still had to honor the fiction dream, make room for it, keep myself promised to it. That *that's* what made me a writer.
I've allowed a feeling of guilt about it to fester, even---not just because there has literally been no head space for fiction, but also because some part of me didn't think it was okay to change my mind. To change course.
Cue epiphany!
I see now the course for me was set all along, I've merely had to arrive at it in my own time. With my own truth in tact, and with an understanding that it's my power and ability as a writer which helps me share truth for others. That's what my advocacy is borne of, and it bolsters the plans I have for the foundation I've been building and want to expound upon. Ideas on top of ideas, and that's my power and ability as a creative.
Maybe my fiction was only meant for that life before, the one I got myself out of. Maybe it's good and intended that I choose truth now, fully, not just for myself, but for all the others who need it.
Fiction has its place but I don't think it's with me anymore. It's time for me to embrace that.

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Journey with Janna: finding JOY after abuse

From my Facebook advocacy page, Breaking the Silence for Women:

Dear Sister Survivors,
Breaking the Silence for Women was established to educate and empower women who are experiencing or have escaped domestic abuse.
What if, instead of working to "break the silence" for collective other women, I shifted gears to help individual women break their own?

Don't panic.
That doesn't mean you have to take on the task of telling your story... Instead, to me, it looks like fine-tuning my page content and coaching women to:
*define what healing means to you
*set goals to approach and maintain that healing
*understand self-worth and how to embrace yours
*learn how to be single after abuse to become self-empowered
*manifest the life you want and deserve
*find JOY despite everything (see NEW profile and cover photos)
To BREAK YOUR OWN SILENCE you must accept your past, take charge of your present, and shape + demand your future.
I promise to help you. PM the page inbox to learn more.
With you in healing and joy,
Janna