If I were to ask you how you identify yourself, what's the first identity that comes to mind?

I was recently asked to discuss one of my identities and it got me thinking, who really am I? Well, I'm a daughter to my parents, a student to my professors, and a waitress to my customers. While these are few of the many and each equally important, one identity of mine brings out the best in me. This identity I speak of is being a writer, something I've always wanted to dedicate more time to, but haven't been able to until a few months ago.

Being a writer allows me to decompress after a long day by providing an outlet where I can put my chaotic thoughts and struggles down. Through this sharing, it creates bonds with others that have endured similar issues and if it's a strong enough piece, inspires them too. One of my favorite things about being a writer is how much more open it has made me. If you asked me a year ago to share an article about my issues with body image or the overwhelming weight of anxiety, I would have said no because I worried about what others would think. By writing, I've learned to embrace those "flaws" while growing into the person I am today. No longer do I sit in silence about topics I'm passionate about, nor do I judge others for sharing their opinions. While it may sound crazy, writing is more than a paper and pen or a keyboard and blank document. It's the thoughts you have at three in the morning when you can't sleep and need someone to vent to. It's the letters you wrote when you got broken up with, but never sent, yet somehow this simple process of writing has helped you heal. It's honest, raw, and therapeutic which is why I am not only grateful but proud that I am able to identify as a writer.