Things I Couldn’t Tell My Mother

I love writing, as most everyone here does. However, over the years, I developed a habit of using my words as a shield to hide behind. I rarely offer insight or context in my poems, and I never argue with anyone about what they think it should mean. They might actually turn out to be right one day. I feel it’s essential to allow people to interpret my work however they need to because art is meant to be felt, and who am I to dictate how it should make them feel once they experience it? I began writing poetry when I was younger to express difficult situations and the trauma I experienced without having to reveal too much or too little of myself. I suppose anyone can transform a poem into a novel with some effort, but I’m not Dante. I’ve always feared being a burden to my audience or, worse, giving someone the opportunity to ask me about things I couldn’t tell my mother. At least here I can conceal some of my work behind a members-only wall. If it hasn’t become evident in this course of time, I’ll inform you now- I have a deep affection for walls. Still, I’m not here to hide or make myself small anymore. I’m ready to share my art, blogs, and other musings with you. It won’t always be pretty, feel-good topics that I discuss. I’ll be sharing stories and poetry centered around heavy subjects such as religious trauma, sexual abuse, domestic violence, sex trafficking, addiction, and mental health. While these topics may be triggering to some, I promise to be mindful of the reader’s well-being while still speaking my truth. I’m aware that this kind of transparency requires a fair amount of vulnerability, something I’m not adept at…yet. But I also recognize that stepping outside of my comfort zone is necessary for building connections, especially with my readers. This isn’t meant to be a self-help or personal development guide. I don’t claim to know better than you when it comes to your life. Ultimately, I simply hope that my words can serve as a medium for you to work on becoming who you are right now and not ruminate on who you used to be. Which means self-healing, self-love, self-acceptance- it means letting love guide you and not fear. That’s not something you master overnight; it takes daily practice <a href="https://medium.com/@Katrina_Hel/things-i-couldnt-tell-my-mother-837ad171cbd3">Visit Now</a>