It Took Me 3 Years To Call Myself A Writer

My intention was never to become a trauma writer. It was my tool to survive the traumas I lived in while I was with a toxic partner.

Sincerely Miss Mary was an anonymous Instagram account detailing the reality of my lived experiences until one day; I decided to embody my pen name fully.

It took me over 1.5 years to reveal to the world my identity, and even then, I didn’t call myself a writer.

A year ago, in my therapy session, I told my therapist I wanted to leave the world of fashion design behind to pursue writing. I was scared of the path towards uncertainty, to which she replied, “You’re a writer Maryann, you’re not a designer anymore, you’re a writer.”

At that moment, I gave myself permission to call myself a writer. Sometimes you have to hear it from someone else to empower you to embrace who you are.

Even though it took me nearly 3 years to fully call myself a writer, I was always a writer from the minute I put words onto paper...in my case..it was the notes app on my iPhone.

There is a writer in all of us.

There is a storyteller in all of us.

The only thing that holds us back from embodying those parts of ourselves is FEAR.

To move through the fear and share our stories is active courage.

That courage deserves to be witnessed by the world, honored, and celebrated.

So if you want to be a writer like me...go ahead and call yourself one.

Your stories are allowed to take up space in the world..if anything, it’s needed.

Sincerely,

Mary

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