Freedom

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

this is scene in my true to life story

Freedom. One word with seven letters. For many years of my existence, I badly want someone to understands me, to help me get through my pain, my family doesn't know that I am in pain 'cause I refused to talk to them, to tell to them my problem until one thing just had happend that could change my life. I started talking to myself every night. I became a delusional person, I created so many scenarios just to keep my mind pre-occupied. Every night, I kept my mind busy, making my own world we're everybody accept me of who am i, this delusional mind of mine keep getting worse. This started when I was a kid, my grandmother always scolding me because I kept on talking to myself. My grandparents told me that there is something I could do to keep my mind busy all the time.

"Let's talk"

"Lolo?" I begun to shake.

"What have you done to your mother?" I started crying. I started shaking my head, covering my ears. My fears kept on coming back. I kept on hearing many voices on my head. I loose my sanity infront of my grandparents. My grandmother held my hands, I began to cry more.

"My child please tell us your secrets, i guess me and your grandfather could help you" My grandparents hugged me like a became a person to their eyes, they didn't make me felt like was an air, in return I told them everything. Mixed emotions was seen in their eyes, at that moment I finally realied what family is all about. My grandfather smile at me then he gave me something. A paper and a pen. At first I  was confused until he spoke:

"Why not make a story or a poem? Your mind made somany scenarios let them alive by writing them on a piece of paper" He smiled at me at that moment I begun to discover myself through paper and pen.

After that moment, I now finally be able to connect to the world about my feelings even tho they didn't recognize me. For the first time in my entire life I now know what freedom is, writing now became my hobby. Everytime I wrote something I finally felt free. Writing now becames my hobby, it keeps me sane all the time. Those dark times that I really want to break down, writing became my therapy. As my life goes on, together with my writing abilities I can now finally show to the world who I really am without them knowing who Ireally was.

 

FREEDOM is the only thing I have ever wanted from the start, at first they didn't give it to me but though WRITING I can know fully understands what is it really means. It means by showing who you really are. DO NOT HIDE, SHOW, show them who you really are because HIDING can't help you get your own FREEDOM. You can get it with your own HANDS.

 


Submitted: August 13, 2020

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