A Series of Breakdowns and Breakthroughs - A Memoir9:08 PM
Picture this: your life flashes before your eyes, all you see is a series of every breakdown you've ever had. Do you laugh or cry?
I like to think that I'd laugh. When I write about the times I blew up over something so small, or even big, I get a good kick. Why? Because it's in the past and self-reflection has allowed me to see both how that event worked its way into my current life as well as how minuscule it was in the long run.
|A young Brooke pronounces her love for chicken and |
fries at a young age while simultaneously imitating
Deb from Napoleon Dynamite without even knowing it.
Here's a quick preview: me, red-faced, mouth screaming, on the floor of old navy, a skort (Good riddance, am I right?) crumpled in my hands, my mom in the corner with her head up against the wall, her best friend scolding me for not slipping that torturous garment on, and the rest of the store wondering what the hell is going on in that dressing room.
Or this: Eating leftover spaghetti for dinner when my mom tells my brother and I that she has something to tell us, that our father is in jail and the news has been published on a local news site that most people in town read.
The events vary in degrees of seriousness, but each one felt just as real as the next in the moment they were happening.
I'm not sure if this is something I'll ever try to get published, but I sure am excited to write about it. Sometimes writing a memoir seems conceited, but I think it's really good reflection that could possibly benefit others if done correctly.
Life hasn't always been easy and it never will be. I intend to share that with whoever ends up reading my pieces.