I have always loved to write, it has always been my escape, my saving grace. I could be anything I wanted to be and go anywhere I wanted to go as long as I could keep writing. There is something really amazing about how writing can transport you far, far away from your life, delivering you to a safe haven, if only in your imagination and for a little while. From time to time, that’s just what you need to maintain your sanity, or what I did to hold onto mine.
Everything I write comes from my very soul, lessons learned the hard way. Pain you would think would kill you but doesn’t. It stays with you though like a battle scar, slowly fading but never really going away. Reminding you that the horrible experiences you had really happened and that it wasn’t just a nightmare. Why does life have to be like that? Why can’t we just deal with pain easily and move on? Better yet, why do we have to feel pain at all? I can ponder these thoughts hours on end, and I did, for a long time, but the fact of the matter is, I was dealt a tough childhood. They say life is no bed of roses; it is what we make of it but some things you just can’t change no matter how hard you try, especially when you are a child and your life is ruled by fear. Fear of him. Fear of what he can and will do. Fear that you will have no way out.
My writing is a glimpse of me, who I was, who I am today and the road that led me here.
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