Independent! On my own! Out of group homes and respites! Away from illness, my family. My mom! I can drive and hail cabs! I have a part time teaching job. But I also have a journaling job. And was just found by the New York Times. They ask me to write a story on life. My life. I take the job.
I start out by my brainstorming....as I usually would. But then, I'm going with writing "stream of conciously". As my story takes place I also decide to write it in letter form to MGH.
Here it goes-
Dear MGH,
I am living in New York City on a high rise around 7th Avenue. You turned my life around. Well, helped me turned my life around. I talk to my friends at our weekly book club and ritual lunch. I have a boyfriend, who is my age. And works in the journaling office that I work in. My teaching job is an art therapy teacher for pre-schoolers through third grade! It is so much fun. -----------
My letter goes on.
It's published in the New York Times as expected. I then become a journalist editor, and eventually move on to publish a trilogy anthology of my edited works and journals throughout my life. I win the Nobel Book Peace Prize, for my trilogy entitled, Burnt Eyeliner, Bleeding Mascara- The stories, poems and honest life of a quirky girl on the mend.
So, I never become a teacher, or a Rabbi... but I teach through my writing...help teens and young adults, teachers, doctors, nurses, and most importantly myself.
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