I often find myself telling stories in my head, the one that I’m living in that moment. I convert my happenings and surroundings to words, as if my thoughts are a pen, and my mind the paper. Sometimes it prevents me from staying present, other times it forces me to.
I’ve been writing since I was young, long before I knew I was a writer. There are old lyrics and poems scribbled onto loose leaf papers currently hidden in the nooks and crannies of my mom’s house, and old words scribbled onto post-its at my own. My first feature length screenplay was written with pencil in a notebook when I was 15, and I took first prize in the only writing completion I’ve ever entered at age 12.
And so on.
“Emily, with you, it’s always an adventure,” my mom once told me. Though I admit at times I’ve wished for a simpler life, one that didn’t always have me reaching for the rails. But that thought has never lasted longer than the time it took to think it.
Since childhood, I have lived with with depression and anxiety, which has amplified the adventures. It has also occasionally stolen my deep love of this wild thing we call life. The trick I’ve learned, though, is to think of this wild life as a game, and to view us all as toys of the sun.
I find myself now glad to be me and glad to live the life I have. And I hope you feel the same way about you and yours.
I’ve created this space not only to share those stories scribbled onto the pages of my mind, but others I have learned along the way. I hope you find something in them.
Thank you for being here.
With love and light,