A bunch of words

So, I have always felt that I have a story to tell. But I have been reluctant in sharing my story. I have held back words because I have looked down on myself. I have remembered the stories told to me by friends and have felt my story better stay within the walls of my mind. Also, I have felt I do not have good writing skills! My grammar is worse than of a grade 1 child. :(  I may not speak as eloquently as I would like. Words may not fall of my tongue as easily as I'd hope they would, but I am me! I am special in my very being. My very existence matters! I may not seem significant to others but I know there are people who are blessed by my presence.

When I started this post I had nothing pre-planned. I thought I would just mix up a few words of what I am feeling. But as I continue with it... words are failing me. I am losing my train of thought and I am not inspired at all. i guess it will suffice me to stop here as a first post after years of nothingness.

Update on me:
I am alive. I am kicking. I have moved to Pietermartitzburg (Early March, 2017) to further my dreams and become the woman I hope my future children would be proud of! My family is two siblings less. My sister is a doctor and living her dreams! My parents are ageing and it scares me that they might die. My heart could never handle such. So, I pray for their health!