The Mighty

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I first started singing when I was a child. I remember leading a song on stage in Preschool. It made the local newspaper.
I always used to write songs to sing for my family. I always used to try out for talent shows. And I always used to volunteer to sing at local events in my community.

But no one seemed to care. I had someone tell me today that they didn’t know I wanted to be a singer. They thought that I was just singing for fun. I couldn’t believe my ears. I’m heartbroken really. It’s just so frustrating when that was my original passion. I have written countless songs.

I have recorded music and uploaded some to social media. But no one took my singing seriously. The only thing that has been given proper recognizion are my books. It seems that maybe people felt I fit the mold of an author better?

But being an author wasn’t my first choice. I wanted to be singer more than anything. I am happy with being an author though. Its just that I wanted to be a singer more then an author. You know what I mean?

Anywho, it’s over now. I’m in my thirties and it seems my path has been chosen. But I plan to write a book on how I used to want to be a singer but it wasn’t taken seriously. I still write as a singer hobbyist. I even have a song out on Spotify. But even with that release it only received small numbers from family and friends. But with my books it gets big number of support.
Funny huh?

Singer>Author #TheMighty

On some nights I feel my emotional self begin to be swallowed by depression. The overwhelming sadness that overtakes me is often triggered by an unforgettable past experience. I grew up in a single parent household. And I remember crying because we lived in a poverty stricken apartment with dingy walls and without pretty decor. I felt that during most of my childhood I was unhappy. I remember flashback scenes of me blowing out birthday candles with a wish to live in a big beautiful house.

I remember a time from my life’s story when I cried to my cousin about how our house is not beautiful like theirs. It seems that in my family we were the only poor ones. I used to wish that the situation that my mom and siblings were in would soon get better. But, it only worsened. I didn’t quite understand why our life panned out the way that it did. It wasn’t until I had grown into an adult that I began to put the pieces together.

In my attempt to try and live a life that differs from the one I had as a kid. I try to prioritize my happiness. I grew up witnessing my mom’s mental health crumbling before our very eyes which I wish could have been avoided. But unfortunately back then mental health awareness was not a sought after topic for conversation.

I could’ve chosen to adopt some unhealthy coping mechanisms for my depression and in the end sacrifice my happiness, but after seeing how it didn’t help but harmed my mom I knew that I had to find healthier alternatives. I am learning ways to crawl out of the pitch black hole of depression that I sometimes stumble into.

I have a fear of reliving the scenes I had as a kid so I decided that I will live frugally. I managed to save enough money to purchase a modest abode for my husband and I to raise our kids in. I am now living my happily ever-after in a home that I own in a safe and peaceful neighborhood. I have also decided to live minimalistically and I now have an all black capsule wardrobe which brings me so much happiness.

I recently discovered a new passion for studying wines. This learning experience keeps my mind occupied and has been building up my self-confidence. Especially since I have a learning disorder called dyscalculia. It has triggered my depression on multiple occasions in my life. So, when I take an online wine course and pass. I am incredibly impressed with myself and it brings me so much joy to know that I am capable.

I may sometimes experience some sadness due to the depression that rears its ugly head in my life. But, thankfully I have remedies that are sure to help make that feeling go away which also includes some very helpful therapy sessions.

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Well, Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all! I remember celebrating the day in Ireland some years ago. Bank holiday: nearly everything was closed. People gathered: flags of Ireland were handed out to all. Cheers went up as marching bands (from as far away as the USA), dancers, and floats flowed down the narrow streets of Dublin. It was a great day!

Today I am off. No agenda. A little guilt for not having a thing to do. Had some authentic soda bread. And I am in documentary heaven!!! Really, this is why I feel so guilty. I LOVE documentaries. So, resting in bed and watching show after show SURELY cannot be an Irish day blessing….right????😂

To all you #mighty folks:
Be safe. Be mindful of others. And as the Irish always told me, I say to you, “Mind yourself” and God bless you!☘️

Well, Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all! I remember celebrating the day in Ireland some years ago. Bank holiday: nearly everything was closed. People gathered: flags of Ireland were handed out to all. Cheers went up as marching bands (from as far away as the USA), dancers, and floats flowed down the narrow streets of Dublin. It was a great day!

Today I am off. No agenda. A little guilt for not having a thing to do. Had some authentic soda bread. And I am in documentary heaven!!! Really, this is why I feel so guilty. I LOVE documentaries. So, resting in bed and watching show after show SURELY cannot be an Irish day blessing….right????😂

To all you #mighty folks:
Be safe. Be mindful of others. And as the Irish always told me, I say to you, “Mind yourself” and God bless you!☘️