It Took Me an Abusive Relationship To Find My Passion Again
Now I am using it to help others
I have always considered myself “artistic”, but I was never good at drawing or painting. Music and writing were my passion. In school, I loved writing essays, especially creative ones. In my spare time, I would write poems, I even started a few books. That was up until 15 years ago. Then I moved to another a new country. A country that I now call home: Scotland.
I love it here. I could never move back. I fulfilled so many of my childhood dreams, I studied, I got my first job, my career, two beautiful daughters and my very own home. I met so many amazing friends, made happy memories and picked up quirky hobbies. And I comfortably speak, think, dream in English now, some even say I have a Scottish accent. But in all those years, I have never picked up a pen again.
I thought I didn’t need or want to write. I thought I couldn’t write.
I would still read books and online articles, always with a thesaurus at hand. There were some words, I would read for years but never know their pronunciation. I would read Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde, Rowling and Tolkien. I would read business novels and love stories, online blogs and poetry. And for 15 years, I would always feel this hint of jealousy. I would remember how much fun I…
