Like many other people, I have had a life that has been spotted with several highs and lows. The one thing that has remained constant through all of life’s hurdles has been my love for writing. I’ve always found comfort in a pen even on days where I was unable to mutter a single word to express myself. My writing has always been my hidden oasis when the depression seemed to overtake me and my place of peace when the world seemed so hectic. I’ve kept this passion of mine private because at times I felt as if my life had been made a public spectacle. I was also extremely afraid of exposing the real me to the world- someone who was trying to rebuild their life after it was shattered into an uncountable number of pieces. Who was I to be dealt such a hand in life and still come out smiling? Who was I to use the stones thrown at me for harm as my foundation for better days? Who was I to be able to use my pain for a purpose? Who was I to be able to grow through the stormiest weather? Who was I to suffer unthinkable loss and still have the courage to be truly happy again?
This is how Aya’s Diary came to be. Nearly 6 years ago, my life was flipped upside down and I was assigned a “story” for who I was and what my life consisted of. I spent years silent because I believed that not acknowledging pain that comes with your personal trials and tribulations would make it all disappear. It wasn’t until I realized that my story was just that, a story, and not who I am.
The Aya is a symbol of endurance and resourcefulness, a plant that is able to grow in difficult places. This small fern persisted even when faced with adversity...I am that fern. Aya’s Diary is my place of healing and telling my story but I’m hopeful that it will be a key to telling your own story even if only in the confines of your heart and mind. This is a place where you feel at ease knowing that although life will try it’s best to knock you down, that you still have what it takes to push forward. We all will face difficult times but it is our own choice to grow through these situations. I didn’t realize the power of my own pen until I started spilling it all out on paper-good and bad. Aya’s Diary is my story and in many ways, probably your own.