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Tuesday the 25th Sara thinks…

My heart contemplated to stop blogging. For a long time it became my vice. A way to speak out. A way to say I am ok.

I thought about writing a post called About A Girl or something in that area. Being one of the 91% of the world’s population is tough. Women can get a bad rap for their choices. Either a pretty face or have a nice bod. What about our minds? We are leaders in the business world. We are the fashion designers that make up the styles we wear. We entertain the world with a laugh, a song, and a smile.

I am ending my 30s with the goal of healing my mind. Forgiving myself for past choices. And proving that I am not just a girl, but a human being. My weakness is caring for others and putting them first. I have to be reminded to take care of me and things will come along when the times come.

I am a woman growing into her own skin. I live on charity and assistance trying to get my feet on the ground. I read other bloggers to remind me I am not alone. I have friends and extended family praying and hoping for me. I fight myself to make a change. To grow into the woman I am meant to be.

The best advice given to me stay grounded. Have a little faith. Dance like nobody is watching. Be yourself because there is nobody like you.

Sara Gamachu

Written 2017

Sent from Molly’s mobile phone.

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Remember you are loved and wanted.

When the world puts out bad news and you feel let down.

Just remember you are loved and wanted.

When you are teased and feel like a piece of crap.

Just remember you are loved and wanted.

Don’t let hate wash you away. Think of others as if they are kin. We are all one under our skin and in our blood.

Just remember you are loved and wanted.

Be the change you want to see. It will be a milestone in the sea of life.

Sara Gamachu

Sent from Molly’s mobile phone.

Posted in Creative Writing

<3 Whole lot of honesty… so lets begin. <3

Dear Visitors and Followers:

First off thank you for coming to my site. It is great to see new followers and likes when I check my email. It has been a huge encouragement as I have been improving in my healing. I want to thank my friends who have been encouraging me via email when I feel low. Everyone who has been praying for my family and I. Traveling through my birthplace has been quite interesting. I am learning how to communicate with people in my own manner (naturally extraordinary and hardly traditional).

Sadly I decided to hide my other blog for a while. I hope you will remain faithful followers of My Journey Through Life. If you could come over to Starting Over 2013 you will see how much I am improving in my life journey since my divorce. I am beginning to learn who I am by seeing where I came from. Gradually I want to find out my role in life by using my clerical, creative writing, and hospitality skills that I have learned throughout my life.

For those of you who might think I have redirected my writing in the last few posts thank you for your feedback. Right now I am going through a transition that only a few confidents know about. Also I need to be geographically sensitive so I don’t accidently step on any toes. I decided recently (by some miracle) to change my location to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia on my Twitter profile. I have to accept reality that I am physically in the Horn of Africa and not in my comfort zone of America.

As Sara I am using an alias to protect myself and also those around me. Now I have to admit there have been some haters that seem to spam my comments. I for one go through that as I can. Those I approve make it to the posts that they comment on. Those who advertise things even in positivity unfortunately do not make the grade. I had to take out some comments that not only insulting to me… but on the verge of bringing me to tears. I am a very strong woman who doesn’t take lightly to being labeled as a bitch or American <fill in the blank>. Everyone has a right to their opinion. But some are just right disrespectful and I can not tolerate that. My family and friends read my blog and perhaps my son might find it some day. I am tolerant to a point.

Everything I write is in honesty. I want to be the person who can guide a generation to helping people instead of hurting them. And to my son who might read this someday… you are loved by so many people who pray for you daily. This goes for everyone that reads this. If I didn’t have my faith or so many in my extended family that looked out for me. I wouldn’t be this light in a dark world. I would also like to state that I am a believer and child of faith. When a person says they are a Christian or Evangelical one automatically thinks about people standing at Planned Parenthood shouting at people going in or out. Guess what folks I was lucky that I didn’t have that happen to me. My extended family embraced me and my son when we returned to Washington. Even people at the time I didn’t know were ready with a hug and shoulder to cry on. To this day I can never repay them for all they did for us.

Well that was a mouthful. I needed to get that off of my chest so I could move on with my life. If you want to share any of my posts please do. Of course give me credit by labeling it either Sara Gamachu or Molly Sebhat. I just want to make the world a better place. I know it can’t be perfect, but tolerance is something that matches that. My email address if you want to connect with me is butterflydreams98. We all need some positive reinforcement especially these days of confusion. Lets start now shall we?

Until next time!


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Support System Part 1


I cannot emphasize enough how important this has been in my healing. I really learned the importance of this in 2012 when my son and I spent a month visiting my family for Ethiopian Christmas. We knew it would be the last time before my parents went to retire back home in Ethiopia. So, we wanted it to be the best memory wise. Boy did that happen for sure. My son got a chance to get to know his grandparents and uncle. It was the first time we saw them since we had moved to the Southern states in America.

I had not been feeling well so this was my chance to visit everyone and get recharge my motherly batteries. I spent a few days going back and forth to a clinic for symptoms related to a whopping cough and IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome). I was thrilled to get a chance to renew my friendship with my oldest friend. She hadn’t seen me since the past summer. Mom wanted me to enjoy myself and not stress knowing my body was in the beginning stages of stress and anxiety condition.

I spent an afternoon with my friend who introduced me to my Northwest members of a support group that I had at that time recently joined. It was like getting a welcome back party with so many people. Since most of them had heard my story from my friend it was a chance to hear some feedback about what I should do in my situation.

For months, I had been suffering from a digestive condition that caused me to have excessive nausea and diarrhea. It began with going out to dinner and having salad with my steak meal. As soon as we got home I ran to the bathroom and began the first symptoms of this mysterious illness. I tried to look up whatever information I could find to explain what was happening in my body.

It wasn’t until my trip home did I finally get some answers. I had concerned several people about this including my mother. I grew thinner and more tired. My son and I spent most of the days with me on the couch recharging my low body battery and watching him play on the floor. What I had no idea was that these were the symptoms of what we now know as excessive stress and anxiety.

This close group I had met would be only part of my current support system. Several of them wanted to help me when I was coughing from the mysterious coughing I had. We tried cough drops of all sorts. It helped a little than I would need another. By the end of the get together they all wanted to keep in touch with me so I didn’t feel alone during this strange situation in my life. One other thing that was brought to my attention was that I shouldn’t travel back until my health had improved. I agreed to that until the night before my returning trip.

That evening I had spoken to my son’s father about the symptoms I had been having. He told me that I needed to return to get medical care. I tried my hardest to explain that I was getting proper medical care and couldn’t travel. The call ended with me feeling defeated because I couldn’t say no and take care of myself. This whole time my son and I were improving and enjoying our time in Washington (even with my aching body I at least knew we were taken care of by my family).

The next day my life changed drastically. My son and I returned with the assurance that I would be receiving the medical care I needed to take care of my needs. Sadly, that was not what happened. I did have a follow up appointment with the doctor there and she advised that I have an endoscopy to check my digestive system. I was not able to have that happen due to the price. Subsequently, I silently suffered through another several months of discomfort. In the end that same support system was there to give me virtual assistance with advice and positive reinforcement. None of that I was getting at my current dwelling.

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Greetings from Sara!

With my iPhone feeling the groove of music in my ears I am trying out this new laptop. So far I am loving it. I felt a little bit glee as I was skimming through the Start program. I am trying to remember if my first desktop I purchased was a HP. I sense this feeling of familiarity going through my veins as I go through things. I honestly felt left outside the box trying to step on my tippy toes hoping to peek back into the world I remember. I didn’t realize how bashful I felt as I was trying to figure out how to turn the gadget on. Yep I called it a gadget because it felt a new toy on Christmas Day. This laptop is so lightweight and I am able to flow with the keyboard as if it was an old friend. Holy crap I have typed 149 words so far. Damn I feel like a human again. I am not sure if you all would like me these days. I am more blunt and easy going. I am trying to find myself in the little things. Just trying to use this Word program is a treat since I haven’t really used anything new per say in almost 3 years. This has everything from to a definition of a word to how to use the Thesaurus. Hmm let me try adding an emoticon and see what happens J. Wow nice!

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Greetings from the laptop.

Dear Readers:

I hope you are enjoying your time visiting Starting Over 2013. This is has been my safe haven for my dealing with my post divorce life. I want to show that a person can live after trauma. Some say that verbal and emotional pain might not be as real as the other most known trauma. I am here to say that is 100% untrue. I have dealt with bullies, so called friends, and people that even thought I was using them. I as an individual have a huge heart for people with special needs and falling through the social cracks of life. We are the ones that society thinks nothing can come from our lives. Once again I say baloney! I am a hard working human that wants to change the outlook of the world when they see me. I have ADD and depression from the stress and anxiety that I call my life. Yet with all of this I want to change the world one individual at a time.

So as we live through this world lets take the time to smile and give someone the time of day. You never know you might be saving their life with that one action.

Until next time,

Sara Gamachu signing out.

Also enjoy reading My Journey Through Life. It has the life before I started over in it.

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Things I would tell my younger self.

  1. Popularity in high school is not always what it seems like on tv.
  2. Make long lasting friendships that can make adulthood worth smiling about.
  3. Wearing leggings can help keep you warm and physically good looking.
  4. It’s okay to add flavoring if it gets you to eat or drink more.
  5. Cherish your family. We might not agree all the time, but they love you no matter what.
  6. Be creative that is something you are amazing at.
  7. You are your child’s hero.