Growing up my foster parents told me I had a problem and I needed to talk about it.
I was 8-10 and frankly, I didn’t know what the hell my problem was. I couldn’t put it into words when I had no earthly idea what they meant.
But the effects of this followed me all the through adolescent years and into adulthood.
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t speak about what was bothering me.
I couldn’t speak about the things that were making me happy.
I couldn’t speak when the restaurant of choice was one that I hated and I couldn’t make a better suggestion.
I couldn’t speak when I didn’t want to have sex and just gave in.
The only time I could speak was when my kids needed me to, usually when they got in trouble at school or during an IEP meeting to decide what is best.
Until one day I had enough of not being heard, of no one listening to me and no one giving me the respect that I deserved.
The best thing I’ve ever done for myself is going to school and figuring out what I want to do when I grow up and why I want to do it. Because I have been the underdog for far too long and I just got plainly tired of it.
I started to find my voice by using it, by sharing who I am, what I do and what I stand for.
I have mad love to give this world and I believe that everyone deserves to go after their dream. Some of you will shake their heads and others will nod. And that’s totally okay with me. My message isn’t for everyone.
My final thought: You can find your voice because just like someone needs to hear what I have to say, someone needs to hear what you have to share.
So, dig deep for that courage, find your voice and share your message!