Writing is my soul’s language

It is how I process. How I speak. How I make sense of what is going on inside.

But with the world of AI, the social media algorithm, the pressure to keep things short and sweet because people need to know straight away what you do, why you do what you do, and how you can help them, and they don’t have time to read endless rambles from you in a way that can truly fill up your own soul as you feel like you are writing in a way that only you can.

Not everyone can resonate, not everyone will read your words, but words can make the biggest impact. It is the way that can speak and put things in a way that finally makes sense. For people that can’t voice or can’t express something, they can read, and think “me too.”

It is the words that flow so effortlessly and easily from my heart, my mind and share snippets of my story, my journey, my pain, that makes others feel less alone.

Writing is my expression and it is something that can be so often suffocated by others.

I want to start writing again.

Sharing my story, my thoughts, my general ramblings, my expression, and my heart.

And maybe if social media isn’t the place, maybe this can be my new home.

All I know is I follow what lights me up, what feels right, and the more I practise, the more I am able to move towards that, without question, but just trust, and knowing.

That I don’t need to bend or break to follow the trends, or try hard to be seen.

But instead I show up in my authenticity, my truth, and know that those meant for me, will find their way.

Hi, I am Amanda, and this is my new home on the internet.

I am a Mum of 2 teenagers, divorced from their Dad, and in a beautiful relationship with the woman of my dreams.

The last 5 years, I have burned everything I thought my life needed to be, unravelled everything, and discovered who I am meant to be. I have let go of ideals, and opinions, and beliefs and stories about what I can and can’t be, and I have found my own way. Through the mess, the darkest of dark, but the most joy and love and courage and confidence I never imaged.

I am the story for the one who thinks they are broken. The one who thinks they’ll always be searching for more, unhappy and stuck in situations and places and relationships that drain their soul, and watching on the sidelines of all the things they ‘wish they could be.’ I am the one for the woman who thinks they need to be perfect, and people please, and be what everyone wants them to be, to be accepted, to belong. A living example that your life is so much better and fuller, with more connection and love, when you live for yourself.

To accept all parts of you. To give yourself permission to start again, to learn new ways, to go against the norm, and find your own.

To not just accept life for what it is, but build a bigger, brighter, future.

To decide it is worth staying.

To see the light even when you can’t even get out of bed.

The one that thinks you need to burn the candle at both ends, or starve your way skinny, or get surgery to fit a smaller dress size. The one who thinks they need to exercise 7 days a week to be in their best body. The one who wants to feel better, but has no idea where to even start. The one who just. wants. something. that. can. last.

I am the phoenix who has risen from the ashes. The lotus flower that grew from the mud. The Plain Jane turned into a powerhouse fking boss babe b!tch. The one who can be s3xy without feeling like it is a sl*t.

I am here to show you there is a different way.

And being TOO MUCH is a GIFT.

You’re magic.

And when you accept and embrace YOUR magic, you will find the most amazing humans that see you and hold you there.

And you do get to have it all.

The calm. The chaos. The light. The dark. The happy. The sad. The messy. The perfect.

We need both.

And this is me, accepting the depths of my darkness, so my light can be blinding AF.

My writing may not have a purpose, it may not have a hook, or an end game. It is the unfiltered flow of my soul.

It is my story.

It is me.

Unapologetically.