I write because I have a story to tell. It was something that I’ve always wanted to talk about but it was not my story. I was a character in the story but the protagonist was my daughter, Justine. It was her life and her story to share or not to share. Justine was very open about her journey living with bipolar disorder but it was still hers, not mine.
I always thought Justine would someday speak about some of her experiences. She was a great public speaker as a child and won a few contests. She was killed in a car accident last year and now her legacy is left with me. I’m not a public speaker but I can write. I have just finished my first draft of my book, “Not My Story To Tell”. I’m hoping by writing about her life, people will start talking and the stigma of mental illness will begin to lift.
Writing has always been a method I use when something is bothering me. I vent on paper, rather than rant out loud. Writing is therapeutic for me and once something is written I can let it go. It helps me gather my thoughts and express them in a way I could never speak. I enjoy the quietness of going into my mind and seeing it appear on the page. It’s quite magical.