I’ve always been writing things and making up stories and songs, ever since I can remember. There’s this one song I made up when I was about 5 that I wish I could remember because it had something to do with loving cookies forever. But I’ve always been doing things with words.
Recently, I’ve been writing on social media; I’ve discovered that I can’t not write. I want to inspire people with my words, and I hope that what I write also helps people.
But even though I have 144 Facebook friends and people to talk to me, I feel alone and invisible most of the time; I’ve never really had many friends, and I spent my middle- and high-school with no one talking to me or being nice to me, and I still spend much of every day by myself with my cats. So I also write to hide. And I discovered that when I write, I reveal who I am in ways that just talking never seems to do.
My therapist says that writing and being creative in other ways is how I belong, and after thinking about it, I have come to agree. I feel like I belong when I write, even when I felt like an outcast before I put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.
I have also dreamed about having a website for many years, and after almost 4 years of therapy and 7 years of great growth in my walk with God, I finally have the courage to pursue that dream.
I guess maybe I can’t quite put into words why I now have a website. But I hope what I post blesses you, and helps free me in the process.
There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
Pablo Neruda
The Random Writings of Sarah D. Penick 