Coming out of the Closet

Four years ago, I took all of my courage and published my first book called ‘Courageous Butterfly”.  I wrote about my experiences with rejection, low self-esteem, the separation of my family, my deep sadness, the loss of my son Jessy and my struggle with depression and panic disorder. I didn’t share my struggle with learning disability or dyslexia because at the time, I didn’t know how to put it into words, plus I wasn’t diagnosed for it. At 48 years of age, I took the decision to find the truth about my challenges; with writing, reading and expressing myself. People who know me now, may be surprised to hear this, but all my life I’ve felt inadequate, slow, and at times stupid.  I finally took the responsibility to see a specialist and I was shocked to hear the words, ADD, learning disability, and dyslexia. All my life I questioned my intelligence, felt so alone in my struggles, and tried every trick in the book to hide my challenges. Today at 51 years old, I am once again taking my courage to share with you the Courageous Butterfly that I am. Last month, I applied to a school program to become a French language facilitator. I had the interview last Monday and had my response the next day. They informed me that I had passed the interview successfully. Of course, I was proud of myself and pleased of my accomplishment.  I am now waiting to see if there is a position for me in the Brampton/Mississauga area. My job now is to trust that life will bring me what I need.  It would be wonderful to work with young children, especially the ones who are like me struggling with words and expressing themselves. I am sharing my story to bring hope into the world, to connect with whoever needs encouragement, and self-acceptance. To all of you out there who is challenged by a condition, don’t ever give up on yourself or on your dreams.

We all have something beautiful to offer, to share, and to give.

I have a passion. My passion is to connect with the world, to share what’s in my heart. For so long I questioned my intelligence, now I know that my intelligence has nothing to do with who I am. What I have to offer to the world is the love in my heart. The power of love is contagious, and it’s truly healing.

Thank you for reading,
Love always
Nancy

P.S Thank you Rose for your support, help, patience and gentle heart.