With hope and love, I write my faith.
Sober since 3.22.2018
All work original © JN Fenwick | mothjournal14
When I was 14, my English teacher gave us an assignment that changed my life. It was the first time I wrote an original poem. His encouragement inspired me to continue writing, to journal, to read more, and to allow my creativity to take shape in written form. I will always be grateful to him for that.
Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to words. They became my sanctuary and my greatest friend. Mothjournal14 signifies the allure and the beginning.
For over three decades I’ve bled words onto countless pages. Filling countless journals. Scribbles, really. From the soul of an aspiring poet. A constant dreamer. An interminable wanderer. Never once have I considered stopping.
In 2018, that pull to share my journey became even stronger. It was that year that I entered the hospital for the long-overdue treatment I needed for the eating disorder and alcoholism that had plagued me most of my adult life. That decision saved me in every way that matters and I give God all the glory for my healing. It was also in October of that same year my home in the Florida Panhandle experienced the destruction and devastation of Hurricane Michael. Barely six months into my recovery journey, I was facing the daunting task of rebuilding our lives, literally. But, as He had been there through my treatment, God was with me through the storm and its aftermath, strengthening my faith and reaffirming my conviction.
My poetry is a reflection of the faith, hope, and love that lives within me and the gratitude and humility with which I praise God for His unconditional love and mercy.
One day our daughters will find all these scribbles and be comforted by my words. That is my hope anyway. That they know how much I love them and that above all else, that my faith sustained me through every storm.