“I’m not a girl. I’m a storm with skin.”
That’s me. I am an ever-changing emotional weather system. My moods and outlook shift like the winds, one minute I am brimming with bright, smiley happiness, and the next I am a sorrowful, depleted and tearful shell of myself. I think I have always been like this – high-strung, sensitive, emotional. Things tend to always really affect me. And as the Mermaid that I am, I swim to the depths of my heart and soul, and in those caverns, feeling things so deeply, it takes all my strength to just breathe in my own darkness. So intense and profound are my thoughts that I cannot help but to find a way to express them. That is the creative artist in me. I am compelled to process what I feel, give voice to my perspective of my world. The storms inside me rage and are their own systems in that they have to work their way through. I think all women are like this. Some do not admit their vulnerability; some put on masks that give the illusion that everything is fine. But the truth when I begin talking about my own experiences, my light rain showers, thunderstorms, violent lightning, tornadoes and hurricanes, and then the most difficult and completely unpredictable earthquakes, is that there is not a single woman who has not experienced something that rattles her very core. Anyone who tells you differently is just simply not telling the truth. I thought for a long time that it was just me that had these thoughts, had these doubts, questions about who I was or was suppose to be. But we are all on that same journey. We all swim those same waters when it comes to discovering who we are and our purpose. Every generation of women has had the very same questions and the very same experiences. But no one talks about it. Imagine how less isolated and fearful we would be if someone did let us in on that big secret, that we are all just storms with skin.