Tell your stories.

Hi. My name is...well, my name isn't really important. My stories will hit you just the same whether or not you know my name. You will still either be bored or mildly interested no matter what I call myself. Also, I am still working on the idea that strangers might read this one day. However, if you must insist on calling me something; you can call me, Daisy. I am just as likely to answer to it as my own name. More on that later.

Before we go any further, you should probably know that I have ADHD. I will try hard to reign it in but I make no promises. Sometimes you get an itch (a thought) and you have to scratch it (share it). Also, I am not a writer or an English major. I will do my best to make this somewhat coherent and legible.I will also try to remember I am even attempting this blog.

Why tell my stories at all? What if I told you that I received a sign from the universe telling me that my path to healing is to tell my stories? Okay, in reality it was one of those fast moving screencap things. Take a screencap and the universe will reveal your path in the picture. I know. I know. I know. But look, when you are so completely lost, you will take life advice from a rabid raccoon you find running around in circles in your yard. It might just be trying to gnaw your face off but either way, that raccoon has your attention. It has to feel pretty prophetic on some level. Please tell me you also Google, "What is the spiritual meaning when a (insert any animal here) crosses your path?" How many people do you know who will look you dead in the face and tell you that the turkey vulture is one of her power animals? Well, now you know at least one.

In truth, we lose shame and regain power when we tell our stories. Stories can transform and move us. They can make us feel less alone. I think we all want to feel less alone. I hope someone joins me and sticks around. Even if it is just one person.

Again, I will try really hard to remember I even have a blog.