I was once told by my literature teacher that those with a gift for writing—or for any art form—if they hone their talent they can produce amazing work that is marvelled. However, there are forces at play which will try to prevent this, and if the creator lets it, it will consume them and those creations along too.
This is what happened to me, and has been happening to me consistently over the years.
I have experienced my own fair amount of trauma, and I have struggled with my inner demons to the point we are at a stalemate. I keep wondering if it is worth the effort, clawing at this cage that was built by others yet maintained by myself, but then I remember why I do what I do, why I write.
It is as much for me as it is for you, and I would rather share my passion, my creations, instead of keeping them locked away in the depths of my mind; otherwise what will happened if they stay there? It will all fade over time, and there won’t be any remnants left to remember those ideas, those stories, those memories.
I refuse to let myself fade, and to let my negative thoughts consume my inspirational ones.
I have chose a pseudonym to commemorate my resurfacing to the world of the living (Andromeda Eve is definitely not my legal name), and I chose it because to me, it represents new beginnings, positive change, and the harnessing of my inner strength to design a life that I want to live, not how others want me to.
If there is anything I have learnt over the last ten years, it is this: you are the one who can manifest change, and you should not do it for the benefit of anyone but yourself.
I look forward to the journey ahead.