As far back as I can remember, I have always been "different", marching to the beat of my own drum. Over the years, I slowly lost my identity and found that I could no longer express myself in the way that I wanted to. I let what happened to me define me, which eventually caused me to shut down and hide my light from others. As hard as I tried to put my feelings into words, they just wouldn't come out the way I wanted them to. But luckily, I have always had an innate ability of writing and could always convey exactly what I am feeling through the words on the paper. I have always known deep down that I have a story that is meant to be heard but I always shied away from it because, well, I was afraid of what people may think of me, I feared rejection and that people wouldn't care what I had to say. I remember times when all I could do was cry and petition God as to why I've had to endure all that I've had to endure, and why He chose me to be his vessel, as I was "damaged goods", unworthy of being able to spread His messages. It wasn't until recently when I ruined a relationship with someone, I truly loved but not being able to voice my feelings, that I finally surrendered to God, letting Him lead me to this place to tell my story, open and unapologetically. If you would like to follow along on this journey with me, please stick around and enjoy the ride. Stay blessed Queens! ~LadyRea