As a young girl, I believed that I had the world at my feet. Though I was born in a developing country, I was fortunate enough to be able to attend some of the most affluent schools in the country. I had amazing friends that I had grown up with, and a future that was all planned out. Until January 12, 2010, the day that a category 7 earthquake killed over 300,000 people in my country. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was lucky, I was nowhere near the capital, and my dad, though badly hurt, made it out alive and made a full recovery. My country wasn't so lucky. Other families weren’t so lucky.
At 13, I was forced to leave home in search of a better life. Life in Haiti had become even more uncertain after that tragic day. Leaving home, after everything that had happened forced me to grow up before I was supposed to. My life as I knew it had changed dramatically. However, I found an escape in writing. When things would get bad, and I felt like I needed a break, I turned to writing. At 14, I had written my first story. Nothing that would get me on the New York Times Best Sellers list, but my imagination provided me with a great way to cope with my new reality.
Over the years, my writing has been the one constant in my life. Whenever I feel like I can't breathe or I just need to let go, I'd pick up a pen and just write. What I've noticed though, as I grow older, I seem to not only write fiction anymore, I write about my own experiences, what I've been through and I've learned. I don’t just try to create an escape by imagining a new world; I take mine and I analyze it and turn it into what I dream it to be.
Though I've made mistakes, I would not change a thing about my past. It has shaped me into the woman that I am today. I am still a work in progress, but I'm proud of the milestones that I've already reached. In no way do I have life figured out, but I like to think that I’ve learned from every fall, every break, every failure, and every mistake