Introduction

I have shared my story, bits and pieces, here and there, over the years with loved ones and with those who seemed genuinely interested. The usual response to the tale is disbelief, then encouragement to write it out.

Writing intimidates me. 

It's another way to communicate, and communication has, generally, been a great challenge for me.  Great, in the sense of "problematic", not great, as in, "Cool! This is something I would be happy to sink my teeth into!"  To this day, I still struggle between expressing too much or too little of my thoughts, my feelings, my experiences.  As a consequence, I end up sharing way too much of myself, or not enough.

I created this blog as part of an assignment from my e-writing course.  The e-course was born from an in-class writing program for which I signed up, through the continuing education office in my local area.  I registered for the latter in hopes of drawing forth enough courage to begin chronicling my story.  I had in the back of my mind the excuse that writing my story would be a legacy that I could leave for my descendants; however, the real reason was that I was hoping it would be a form of therapy. 

The title of the blog was a gift given by one of the members in the writing course, after I read a synopsis of a story.  The story is a tale of sorrow and heartache, and the power of the human spirit to grow and flourish from such pain and madness.  Another member offered the title, 'Laying Down My Burdens.' 

I hope to make this blog a place - a sacred place - where I can build courage and confidence in expressing my thoughts and feelings, lay down my burdens, and begin healing my broken wings.  And, perhaps, through this process, my work might help others in some way.

Welcome and thank you for your visit.