The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

When I write, people must 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.

I’m not going to apologize for anything I’ve ever allowed anyone to see or read, as I said at the beginning, every single work. What I’ve put together has been a piece of my life.

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 🇩🇴