My name is Grace Lozada, and this blog is where I write personal essays and stories about my life, my experiences growing up, and how those experiences shaped who I became.

 

 

 

 

She writes in her sleep as a child. Cursive. What is she writing about?
Heavy emotions, too sensitive? Many think so and she also thinks this of herself.
Her mind is always trying to make sense of it all. Her life, her history, her feelings, her behavior, other’s behavior, her experiences, her future.
At times she writes, writes on paper. It just comes to her. She needs paper and a pen. Hurry, hurry before it has been forgotten. There is no other way to get out what she is going through, what she is thinking of, what she is feeling.
She has evolved and keeps evolving because of her brain and her feelings. That analytic, creative, over-expressive self.
Little did she know all this time, until decades later, that it is part of her, part of her journey; and she must write.

 

I never considered myself a writer or that I liked writing until about the age of 12, when one day words, lines came to me that I desperately had to write down. I wrote poetry from then on. I used to be laughed at by a sister when I was younger because I use to also write (in cursive) while I slept. Very peculiar. But, it wasn’t until recently, some 30 years later that I think I wasn’t practicing my penmanship (as I had thought), but had actually been writing in my sleep – always jotting down my thoughts, stories, poetry. So, I guess I have always had a gift – or need – to write and not until recently had I truly acknowledged that I may love to do so, also.

 

 

 

 

Grace, at a younger age.

 

Why I Write

I started this blog as a place to write honestly about my life, my experiences, and the things that shape who we become. Much of my writing comes from growing up as the child of an alcoholic, trying to understand family, identity, fear, resilience, and how our past follows us into adulthood in ways we don’t always recognize at first.

This blog is a collection of personal essays, memories, reflections, and observations about life, relationships, motherhood, healing, growth, and the complicated ways we learn who we are. Some posts are stories from my past, some are things I am still trying to understand, and some are simply thoughts I needed to put into words.

I write because writing helps me make sense of things. It helps me process the past, understand the present, and sometimes find peace with things that never fully make sense. Over time, writing has become not just something I do, but something I need to do.

If you found this site, maybe something here will feel familiar to you, too.

Why I Wrote My Memoir

I did not originally sit down with the intention of writing a memoir. The book started after a very specific moment in my life when I came back from an incident where I was threatened by my pimp, “my manager.” I remember coming home and feeling like I needed to get everything out of my head and onto paper. I started writing almost frantically. I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. It was like everything I had lived through was trying to come out all at once. I wanted to understand how I had gotten there, how my life had taken that path, and how that moment became what I have always seen since as the lowest point in my life.

That was really the beginning of my memoir. Writing became more than just something I liked to do. It became a way to process my life, my past, and the things I had been through. Writing was therapeutic for me. It helped me uncover things about myself and my experiences that I didn’t fully understand when they were happening. It helped me connect parts of my life that felt disconnected and confusing for many years.

My memoir, The Life of an Adult Child of an Alcoholic, came from that process. It was not just about telling my story, but about understanding my story and how my childhood, family, and experiences shaped who I became and the choices I made in my life.

In many ways, this blog and all of my writing are a continuation of that same process. I am still writing to understand, to process, and to make sense of the life I have lived and the person I became because of it.

 

Grace Lozada is a writer and memoir storyteller who writes personal essays about growing up as an adult child of an alcoholic, family dynamics, trauma, healing, personal growth, and life experiences. Her blog is a collection of personal stories, reflections, and writing about how our past shapes who we become.