I am on My OWN Path

Self-expression branding and finding out what best defines me as a woman who wants to empower other women is

Remembering who I am and the dreams I had as a young girl. The hope and passion that once was so vivid and sure. Drifting so far away from that place of knowing that things would be better and believing there was a way out I have again circled and landed back inside out and upside-down. Do I have the time or power to step out of this dark whole? Is there anyone out there that is listening? Where do I go? It is like I have been walking thru a fog and it is never ending.

I’m tired of being tired

I’m angry of being angry

I’m sad from being sad

I’m lonely from being lonely

When I am sure I have stepped out of a sinkhole I am torpedoed back into another crater ready to be spit out again into any direction it lands me down onto hot molten lava worse in a place than I have been before.

Yet somehow I survive and adapt. How crazy am I, I think I am cooping and becoming stronger where really I am giving up on myself and the disaster hasn’t really hit. Has anyone been there? I know you have been there. The hopeless, end of my life as I know it, I don’t care anymore; there is nothing more I can give - just do what you want, I can’t do anything about it any way.

On the outside, I appear to be doing better and my circumstances seem to have improved but inside I am still that scared, intimidated, little girl that needs to be rescued but no one is coming and I have to find my own way out. Each time I have grabbed onto a lonely heart that felt like it was part of my story I latched on only to find out it was time for me to let go of the tragic stories, the sadness, the

I am a star and you may only see the faintest light in me

I am shadowing you and plan on catching up

I am just as brilliant, warm and strong as you

I am on my own path

It makes me think of us as women finding our voice and while we wear a mask of pain. The genuine smile, appearing happy as we often portrait and yet inside screaming and wondering if we will ever survive; I have survived and still wearing a mask at times but I am finding my voice and becoming empowered. Loving myself enough to want more for myself and making myself a priority, mind, body and soul is healing.

So whatever the brand, name or identity I take on in life I will always be the same woman with many masks. While l wear them and some may call them hats but they are all just a way of the self-preparing to walk into someone else’s world and stand tall just for a while feeling ok with where I am today.