All writers write for a reason. I did not always imagine myself becoming a writer, but I think I was always meant to. I love writing and I need to write. It is how I express myself, it is my passion.

I write because I love to create worlds and I love to capture and express the wide range of human emotion. When I began writing more and actually writing short stories or other narratives I realized how much creativity goes into making a story. Any story requires the invention of entire worlds. You must create every character giving them their own quirks, appearances, mannerisms, emotions, and back stories.

Then you have to create the settings that these characters interact in. Then you have to make the story, the plot, what all the characters do. All of this has to come together in one cohesive structure that makes sense. When I began writing stories I realized that this process was way more involved than I originally thought, but I also found it to be more fun and rewarding than I thought it would be. Where else do you get to create your own worlds? The feeling of creating your own world and seeing it all come together is amazing.

Writing began for me as a way to make sense of my own confusing emotions, to let out the painful ones and to remember the ones I never wanted to forget. My writing began as journaling and note taking when I was fifteen. I never imagined I would be a writer, it just happened. In fact, I dreaded writing assignments from grade school through high school.

Grammar was confusing, I did not understand the rules and they felt so restricting. I started writing because I had to, for my emotional health. I felt this amazing energy and relief when I wrote, so I kept writing as a sort of therapy.

Through writing, I found a way to finally express myself. When I was with people I always wanted to express myself but never really knew how. I felt voiceless. But writing, writing allowed me to express all of my thoughts, to never get cut off or misunderstood; it was the one place I could fully be myself.

Writing carried me through my darkest moments. Even when I had no one to talk to, I had my journal. I could write all my thoughts and feelings and it helped to release some of the pain. I write for my survival, to communicate, to express myself, to be me. I don't know what I would do without writing.

Finally, I write to share my thoughts, my discoveries, and my stories with all of you. I love how through sharing my writing we can discover common interests and relate to one another. I love sharing my honest thoughts so those who read it can know that they are not alone in their own thoughts and feelings. Writing has this beautiful way of bringing humanity together, creating a conversation, a common ground, and I love that.

I am thankful I started writing and never stopped. I don’t know what I would do without writing and I am happy to have the opportunity to share my joy with you.