Everything I write in The CP Diary pays homage to my experiences and emotional wellbeing. On the back of my experiences, each blog carries a value and message.
I love to write about the things that mean something to me, like the values placed upon us as individuals and how those values play out in our lives. The old-fashioned values of caring and making a difference matter to me.
When I was a little girl, I lived in a modest house. My parents weren’t rich and as far as I knew, they weren’t poor either, but I had it instilled in me that to buy something, I had to earn it first. I never asked for anything, but that wasn’t bad, because it taught me about values, not to value materialistic things that I had to find my happiness elsewhere.
I never really understood what my parents’ values were. I’m not sure you do as a child. It’s also not something we talked about. But I knew family was important to my mum.
I took my own values very seriously, but also dealing with a disability I didn’t know I had, meant I saw the world from a completely different angle. From an early age, I began to hone in on the value of relationships. I tried to reach out to others, to talk about my disability, but after a while when that didn’t happen, it became obvious that I needed to be my own emotional support.
As a child, it wasn’t obvious to me why I always aimed to please, conform and look for acceptance, more than my other siblings. I assumed it had something to do with me being different. Now looking back of course, I am confident that’s what it was.
Now, making sure my own family are happy are what I value the most.