“The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.”
In preparation for National Novel Writing Month, I’ve started excavating my life – searching for artifacts, memories, and meaning that will help me write my memoir. The thing about being an avid diarist and tech geek from a very young age is that I have easy access to a significant portion of my past work — the good, the bad, and the humiliating.
We often pen letters to our younger selves, but I’m realizing how much there is to be learned from mine. Forgotten entries written during some of the hardest times of my life are the words that still resonate most with me today. Somewhere in the process of healing over time, I forgot how powerful it can be to sit in your pain and write through it.
Younger Stephanie was hurting, yet found resilience through music, theater, and writing. Her hopeless romanticism and low self-esteem made her easy prey, but she was too naive to realize she was a victim. She knew there was injustice in the world and willfully believed she could change it.
I feel like a puzzle whose pieces have been scattered across time. Finally ready to start putting myself back together. Re-opening old wounds in the hope that maybe someday, someone else will read my story and not be inflicted with same ones.
Our trip to Korea is quickly approaching. After that, it’ll be time to write. If you see less of me here, that’s why. Or maybe I’ll feel even more inspired to share updates here as things progress. Either way, I welcome your grace, prayers, well-wishes, and/or luck in this next chapter (literary pun intended).