I Shared The Worst Day of My Life With A Memoir Writer

Writing The Soul

I’m sitting here with butterflies in my stomach and a lump in my throat because I’m about to share something deeply personal with you. It is not the whole story…only a piece, but it’s still hard to share.
I’ve talked a little about the circumstances that changed our life several years ago but never giving too much detail until now.

A couple of months ago I had the pleasure of working with Nechamie to create a memoir.
I first thought of writing a letter to my children, but they already have that in this space.
Nechamie had visited my blog beforehand to get a sense of where I came from, our daily life, and how I became the woman I am today.
I really appreciated that because the questions she asked about my life helped me in making the decision to have her write about something I’ve had trouble putting into words myself.

 “It was her birthday. Darcel turned 34 that day, the day she unsuspecting walked onto her front porch.
A tiny desire for a birthday surprise waiting on the other side of the door

fluttered up. Hope springs eternal after all. Instead, there was a policeman 
standing there. Her heart stopped for a moment. “Is everything ok?” 
“I’m here to make sure you vacate the premises,” he said. 
“What the heck is he talking about?” Darcel thought to herself. Then she saw the 
white slip of paper he held. Eviction notice. He was holding an eviction notice. 
“You got the first notice weeks ago,” he said. “You had weeks to take care of this 
and today was the final day. You need to take your things and go.” 
She shook her head in disbelief. What notice? An eviction notice wasn’t something 
she’d forget about. 
Then the sinking feeling, the blinding rage. He’d known. He’d gotten the notice and hid it 
from her, not bothering to let her know the rent wasn’t being paid, that they were in 
imminent danger of losing their home. 
 
A little hand tugged at Darcel’s leg. “Mommy what is he saying?” 
She looked at her three children standing near her. Her five year old and eight year old 
girls. Her two year old son.  
She couldn’t give into the panic grabbing at her insides. She needed to be strong for 
them.  
“He’s telling us that we’re going to stay with Mamaw and PeePaw for a few days!” 
her voice cracked even as she tried to make it cheerful.  
“Let’s all grab a laundry basket and put our favorite books and toys inside.” 
Darcel quickly called her dad and he left work early to help her pack whatever she could 
in the brief time the police allowed. 
So much had to be left behind, piles of clothing, books, toys and games, years of 
accumulated possessions. But none of it compared to the crushed dreams left behind that locked door”

I read that and I’m taken right back to that day. Then I look up and see my kids playing and I am so grateful for the very nice roof over our heads, in a good neighborhood. Rent is always paid and I know this place will not be taken from us.
At the time, I felt completely hopeless and worthless. I think of all the hard things we’ve dealt with since.
That day set so many events into motion. I sometimes still can’t believe we’re here.
I have a good life! It’s full, stable, a bit overwhelming at times, but it’s mine, and I love it.

Nechamie captured every detail and emotion when she wrote this for me. She made it easy for me to share, felt like I was sitting down with a friend over coffee. I was ugly crying by the time I reached the end of the entire story.
Do you have a story to tell? Maybe leave a letter to your children or thoughts of an autobiography?
You will receive $100 off her services when you contact Nechamie directly and mention my post.

I don’t normally ask, but I would greatly appreciate it if you shared this post and showed some love in the comments.
Thanks so much for taking the time to read!

Thank You For Sharing!

10 Replies to “I Shared The Worst Day of My Life With A Memoir Writer”

  1. Made me think of going through a similar situation! Thanks for sharing!

    1. Sorry you went through/are going through something similar. Hope it all turns around for you.

  2. Thank you for sharing. Your story gives me hope

    1. I’m so glad you’re feeling hopeful after reading. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

  3. Darcel this was such a beautiful post. I have never heard of a memoir writer! What a beautiful idea!

    My heart aches when I hear this story. Especially to imagine that feeling as a mother to look at my kids and realize how much our life was about to change. But I am constantly inspired by your strength, your grace, and your vibrancy. I’m not kidding when I say you are my #everythinggoals. Thank you for sharing! You are one of a kind and I’m grateful to internet know you!! Xx

    1. Sally, you’re going to make me cry! Thank you for continuing to follow my families journey.

  4. It takes a lot of courage and strength to share your story and i thank for you it! I´ve been reading your blog for several years now, checking every so often, hoping you would write more regularly because you really are a source of inspiration. We all have our own stories to tell, some happy and some from a place that feels like you are covered by a blanket of insecurities and uncertainties, not knowing how to get passed that pain. Your blog gives me hope because you reached your happy, stable place for yourself and your family. Enjoy and be proud of your achievements! Thank you so much for sharing!!!

    1. Mama J, you just made me cry. I really appreciate your comment. I am trying to write more regularly…had to figure some things out this year. Thank you for continuing to read after all these years.

      1. Just keep doing what you do cause obviously it is working for you! I´m sure i´m not the only one who appreciates it when you post a new blog, whether it´s every week or just a few times a year. Just wanted you to know your blog is truly a meaningful one.

        1. Thank you so much for the kind words and support!

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