Brooke In 500 Words

  

Photo: Rita Mosher 

Brooke Mosher at the Outer Banks, North Carolina.

Voiceless To Having A Voice

The person I’m today is different from the person I was two years ago, five years ago and as a kid. Mainly stemming from a place of nostalgia and learning to grow and continue to have patience for myself. Growing up, I had many interests which mainly consisted of what I like to call "the big three".

They were:

Music, The Arts and Sports.

I was thrown into all sorts of things to try to find one to call "my hobby" or one that felt the most personal to me. I was always an ambiguous kid -- flexible, wanting to learn everything. However, I ended up sticking with art and eventually writing which is something I just so happen to discover in my own time during school years. 

Writing felt like I was able to say things I wanted to without sounding too venomous coming from an angsty 14 year old girl that was just trying to navigate the world for the first time. 

Photo: CC Cohen 

Brooke and her friend, Marcy Cohen, at a Kidz Art Camp.

The pencil dribbling across the page etching letters together that may not make sense individually, but as one that was simply nothing but unstoppable. They ran so smoothly together it was like watching the perfect wave on a scorching, hot summer day fall down to the ground as it rushes to your feet. Suddenly, a relief factor overcomes you and you feel at ease with an odd tinge of accomplishment that you made it that far.

That's the way I felt with writing. 

When I was younger, I loved poetry and I would get crazy with it -- beaming with a sense of pride. I thought everyone in the room could feel like I was suddenly able to switch up a vibe with a few words thrown together about mental health in high school -- silly me.

I was admired for my passion, but also judged heavily.. and of course bullying. This was a factor that made me look in the mirror and start to believe some of the things that kids were saying, but writing was a sense of comfort and how I was able to go to sleep at night. I started to post my writings to an app (yet, a very cursed app that ceases to exist now) called Amino. I was on the poetry community tab, the writing one and everything that you could imagine.

I was featured many times on the home page. Then even in school, especially come my freshman year of high school, I took up a new kind of writing -- journalism. It was a clear road for me to eliminate any sort of bias and to give them a voice because it made me feel heard in a way. I was on the journalism crew all four years and declared it as a major come my time at High Point University and I have never looked back.

Being able to use my craft to be able to give others an opportunity of no longer being...

Silent. 

Giving voice to the voiceless.