Tonight I put a full stop on the final story from a difficult time in my life. Tomorrow I will give it one more look over before sending it on its way to my agent, Faith O Grady.
It’s been an interesting few weeks looking back and exploring memories I thought I’d left behind. Old newspaper archives reminded me of how hard that time was for me, but surprisingly didn’t effect me the way I feared they might. There was no rise in flashbacks and the nightmares I feared might occur with the stoking of the past didn’t materialise. It would seem I am as well as I’d hoped.
However, the greatest thing to come out of my visit to my past has been to meet that girl I once was. For years I remembered her as a frightened, lonely, solitary young teenager, too scared to speak up. Having spent time with her once more I have been reminded what a tough cookie she was. A girl who did all she had to, to survive, but who never stopped dreaming or believing that someday she would break free.
It wasn’t easy and there are many who held her hand along the way, but tonight, as I stopped typing, I knew she’d made it. The past is where it needs to be. Gone but never forgotten.
Tonight, I celebrate the dreams I dared to dream. Never give up, because dreams really can come true.