I'm not new to blogging. Years ago, I reviewed books through a blog and in exchange I received free books. Talk about a win-win. I had to give up blogging since life had other plans and I wanted to devote more time to writing. But deep down, I couldn't find myself to blog because of insecurities and asking myself "Who would want to read about what I write? Why bother wasting my time and that of the readers?"
Enter COVID-19. The much-feared Coronavirus. For someone who deals with severe anxiety and consults Dr. Google on a daily basis, this is their worst nightmare. I had been recently hired as a clerk at my college and on the same week I was supposed to start orientation, it closed. It was to signal a new beginning after an otherwise hellish year. And now, I find myself thrown into another crisis with millions of others whose lives have also been upended.
Sadly, it seems we'll be in this for the long haul. The opportunity presented itself and I can't no longer ignore the familiar urge to write. And I don't really mean the stories I created. But my own story. Ruth's story.
Writing has been a salvation. A saving grace. A purpose for living. Every word written, every story told, I've had to confront hard truths and work my way through difficult circumstances. In other words, writing through it (hence the blog's title).
Hopefully, this will be a win-win. To the reader, who might find something meaningful in my words and for me, sharing this journey with the world.
