One of the most rewarding pleasures of writing is touching the reader's soul. My blog has such a wonderful sense of home for me so what beautiful souls these are. I've literally recieved thousands of heartfelt emails and thoughtful comments - the vast majority of which are extremely compassionate - I thank you to all of my readers for your support and encouragement of what I share with you. Thank you also to everyone that commented, emailed, donated your time and efforts to my cause, money (46.30$Aus) to making Heroinegirl one of those most inspiring weblogs of all time. (In my eyes only of course!)
In order to keep the publishers happy I won't be writing too much more about my recovery and further memoirs on this blog. As much as I would love to finish the story - I've been advised that anyone who wants to read the entire and previously unpublished memoir collections will be able to in the not too distant future.
An astute commenter once advised "Never give up writing or you will die". In part, I agree with this prophecy, I was born to write and express language. When I write I envisage that with the reader's emotions I can paint a technicolour landscape of experiences that we have all shared, yet fail to see the beauty.
In short, this blog will continue to be a work of blood, sweat and tears for me (I know no other way to write) There is so many stories out there that are similar to mine and also so many people less fortunate than me. I'm convinced that by sharing these stories with you and encouraging open discussion that we can all feel passion in our lives. . So, with my past behind us now for the time being, I look forward to stepping forward into the disco lights and smoke machines, twirling in the upswing of success that is celebrating being alive.
Heroinegirl has been a garden of discovery that I have tended to keenly, from the budding confessional to the present flush of blooms. Let my passion for all things alive, unfurl under your tender touch, the heady scent of into your subconcious to stay there...long after my words have faded.. and with it our understanding of surviva
I hope to share with you my rebirth and all the people and experiences that come along with journey that is From The Gutter To The Stars. Live your life as if everyone is waiting for their chance to spin with you on the dancefloors, lost in the sparkle of the crystal, skimming across the polished chestnut floors. Maybe a lucky few may get the chance others never knew? Maybe your enemies and greatest heroes can be found simply waiting in the wings for an opportune moment. Indeed, everyday people arrive late to the ball. But most of all, listen to the music and never forget what makes you feel good and when you finally own that dancefloor you will know that you are indeed truly beautiful.
Come dance with me, let's see how this baby burns.