The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

When I write, people know about me because I speak about things I’ve gone through and have conversations with people who inspire me to write the things I put together.

I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve ever posted because it comes from within me, not anyone else.

I may not always write correctly, but I do let out what I have been holding in because I have never bothered to learn how to express myself verbally or just never wanted to learn how to express myself verbally.

Writing has always been a joy and will always be a piece of me floating around somewhere on a piece of paper that someone might run into.

I‘m not going to apologize for anything I’ve ever allowed anyone to see or read because every single piece I’ve put together, as I said at the beginning, has been a piece of my life or a simple conversation that might have happened between me and someone.

I never imagined that speaking from the heart meant that I could be bashing someone’s character, and I’m so far from that I don’t believe in breaking anyone down or making them feel less than to make myself feel better about myself.

I know who I am, and I might not go far with my blog, but it gives me a sense of purpose and meaning, and gratitude to those interested in reading what I have to say.

My dream and passion have always been writing, and that’s all that is to me. Oh yeah, I’m 39. I was born with a disability called cerebral palsy, which means I did not get enough oxygen during birth.

That’s why I use a motorized wheelchair to live my day-to-day life. My primary caregiver is my mom, but I also have personal aids that come eight hours a day, seven days a week; if it weren’t for them, I would not do my basic tasks without my team of people.

Ms.Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴