Wattpad has been my escape yet at the same time a prison where I’ve felt like I’d never be truly free. Escaping into the stories of others, pretending just for a moment, to be someone else other than myself has always been my hiding place. I can be the sarcastic bookworm, the shy stuttering nerd, the outspoken rebellious badass who defies anything that comes to restrain the very essence of who she is, or the overlooked misunderstood misfit noticed, desired, and eventually loved for who she is by the man of her dreams. There’s no limit of who I’m able to be.
But as the years have gone by, I’ve found that reality has always been a rude awakening to the pretend worlds I so quickly escape to. I love stories, and I’ve always been facinated by them and the creativity that they were born from. However, it seems somewhere down the road that what I treasured began to hold me captive.
Stories became so addictive, I couldn’t stop reading. Hours would turn into days of me just reading on WP, FP, and FF.net until I was numb. Numbness that help me run from fears, anxiety, and situations waiting for me in reality. Each story was like a hit that gave me a high that never seemed to be enough.
If there is anybody else with the same struggle, you can be free. We can be free. Freedom has already been bought and paid for. Pick up your mat, and walk.
I just want to encourage anyone who reads this (and gets this far tbh), to not give up on your own story. Your life is a story, a testimony that can be used to uplift someone else though you may not know it. I really hope this post helps somebody.
