The pain never held me back
Limitations were not in my language
I defied the odds and broke the barriers
When I was 8-years-old, I had my very first Hello Kitty Journal and began writing all my deepest thoughts and feelings. From 8-years-old to my early 20's, I wrote just about daily in my journals, which contained my activities, thoughts, feelings, and momentos from that particular day.
To date, I have compiled over 50 journals.
When I was 10-years-old, I carried a marble black and white composition notebook, known as my "Idea Book." In it, I wrote all these short story ideas I had. I turned the ideas into full-fledged short stories and kept them neatly organized in blue binders.
When I was 13-years-old, I fell in love with English class and had a teacher who encouraged my love for writing and budding writing skills by entering my written pieces in writing contests.
When I was 15-years-old, I began to penpal, or write letters to people all over the U.S.A. and eventually overseas. These penpals became my closest confidants and friends. As the Internet boom came about, I was trying to recapture and rekindle the lost art of letter writing through handwritten letters, beautiful stationary, fountain pens, and momentos of red, white, and blue U.S.A. (postcards, stamps, etc.) exchanged between me and my overseas penfriends.
When I was in my early 20's, I delved into writing a soap opera screen play entitled "One Day at a Time," resulting resulted in over 1000 pages. It tragically came to a sudden end when my computer crashed and I failed to save on an external drive.
When I was in my mid-20's, I began to write pieces for organ donation and transplant organizations on pertinent and vital health matters concerning transplant candidates and recipients as well as op-ed pieces and letters to politicians about important matters that required action and attention in the transplant community.
As I inched closer to 30-years-old, I finally mustered the courage to revisit my health challenges since I was young by leafing through journals and my dismal memory. From memories and journals, I began to write my autobiography "Confessions of a Kidney Transplant Recipient." This was a painful process and long journey that finally resulted in the final book publication. I never thought the day would come that I would publish a book.
Still in my 30's and now my writing has become more philosophical in such means as the "Wu Word" blog (subscription is below), poetry, and inspirational and life quotes (aka: "Wu-Isms" and "YOLOMOs"- You Only Live Once Moments). I have also begun to participate in "Open Mic Nights" to verbalize my writings through readings.
I can say for now and going towards the future that writing is my therapy, my best friend, escape, and, yet, gives me the awareness, strength, and courage to face very harsh and realistic life experiences.
I believe all of us have an outlet and are at a place of peace and feel magic when we take our own personal experiences, imaginations, and dreams to turn into expression and creations. My outlet is definitely writing.
Writing will simply always be a part of who I am.
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