Sadié Sidney

What an amazing feat to be a playwright. I admire J. E. Franklin with a passion of grace and honor.

I am so thankful to everyone who reads my blog. It means so much to me, in a time where I have always felt unheard, unseen, and unloved. We are now close to 1,000 reads a month, which is a big feat for this blog. There are now more than 20 countries reading my blog every month, which means everything to me. It makes me feel so good. I hope to continue writing. I would love to write atleast 10 books in this lifetime, if I can. It takes so much out of you to write a book, it is a major feat. So, I pray I continue to write more, work more, and live for Sidney.

The memoir is finished and I'm excited. It's 200 pages and I'm just adding some finishing touches before I publish it. I plan to have a rollout accompanying it, so I'm happy about that. It took me 7 weeks to write my book. It has been so emotional for me. I've felt so many things as I wrote, but I told myself I would finish it and I did. Thank God. Today, I am drinking lemon tea while burning incense. I have a big doula job that I start tomorrow, so I'm just trying to relax. School starts in a month too, so I have to get ready for that.

While writing this memoir, there were so many emotions present. I was especially emotional at the beginning because there were things that I wrote that I never told anyone. I always have kept alot of things to myself with ongoing thoughts that nobody would understand. And the truth is, they don't understand. They judge. They laugh. They mock. But I have always knew that one day I would share my story and I would be overly grateful if just one person finishes my book. That would mean the world to me. Growing up, nobody cared about my story or about what Sidney and I went through at home. I was called a liar, spoiled brat, and many other things. I learned to shut my mouth and take things that a child should never have to take. There were some parts in the book that made me cry. I felt like that little girl again getting hit by her parents and molested by a father who could care less about her. Those moments were some of the darkest moments in my life. In this life, I have truly tried...