Dear Diary,

Dear Diary??

HA! Tell your husband, your sister, your best friend, your coworker, or virtually anyone that you write in a diary and see if that’s not the same reaction that YOU get. I’ve written in diaries my whole life, maybe not consistently, but I can tell you that for some people the release of letting pen hit paper and write out those feelings that keep people awake at night can be liberating.

When I was little, I remember retreating to my room to escape the world going on around me. I have discovered old journals from as early as when I could first learn to write and have kept a diary since as long as I can remember. These diaries  hold the secrets to my earliest memories of my parents divorce, middle school drama, and even my fears of high school bullies. I still have diaries that include memories like my first kiss, my first heartbreak, and even more recent memories of sorority and nursing school stressors, and even the story of my first patient, since I have been a nurse, who passed away.

My first work published was back in high school and the story was called “Lost in the Moment.” I probably won’t ever forget the response I got when it was written. It was a story I wrote from the eyes of my sister, Kristen, who passed away prior to when I was born. It was through her eyes that I tried to connect with her. I could only ever imagine the experience of chemotherapy treatments as a 3 year old, an unfamiliar hospital room, and seeing the people she loved devastated as she left this world. I submitted the story as an assignment simply to be graded, but was then asked by my teacher to read it aloud to the class, and then asked to submit it to a contest the school was hosting. I won’t ever forget the pride of seeing my work published for the entire school to see, and probably more importantly I won’t ever forget the response of my family and friends to the story when shared with them.


I really think this story was my earliest realization of just how much you could impact someone just with your words, that writing is something full of passion and purpose. Growing up, I was taught the funny little phrase”sticks and stones can your break bones, but words will never hurt me.” However, I don’t think that is something that is ever fully lived by. Words can hurt. They can sting, defeat and harm even the strongest of people. Or, words can uplift. They can motivate and empower you to be the best version of yourself. Words can help you envision a life for yourself that you only ever dreamed of.

So why blog? Why not just journal or continue with writing in a diary? Why now? I’ve been trying to come up with the answer to these questions myself for quite some time now. What I have come to realize that some people actually want to hear what I have to say. So, to get to the point, I’m excited to say that in a way this is my story and a reflection of my life and the experiences and moments that define me. Some people draw, some act, some journal, others sing, but I have learned that to write is to tell the truth and a pretty great way to express myself. It is a passion that has taken me 23 years to discover, 23 long years to embrace, and now here we go..

My hope with this blog is to document the journey of accomplishing my dreams, in the hope that you are able to do the same. I challenge you to dream again. Of what you wanted to be when you grew up or the places you wanted to go. Re-discover the passion that seems to keep you up at night. My hope is that through my jumbled ideas and uplifting words I can help inspire, the way that other’s words have inspired me: She believed she could, so she did.


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