I have only very recently embraced writing as a part of who I am. It has always been there, I just have never been particularly open about it. Very quickly, I have allowed it to come out of the shadows and become a more predominant part of what makes me, me.
Throughout this process, the thought crossed my mind as to why I enjoy writing as much as I do. As I took a step back, I realized it serves many purposes within my life - writing is my therapy.
I write to acknowledge my emotions.
You know those days when you just feel like screaming at the top of your lungs at the next person who speaks to you or bursting into tears when someone looks at you the wrong way? Well, chances are we don't actually carry out those actions, but the feelings that coincide with them still are weighing heavy on our shoulders. For me, writing gives me the ability to get all those emotions out. I find that it can sometimes be hard to pinpoint what specific aspect of your life is bringing about these feelings, especially once you reach a point where it seems like you can't catch a break.
It can be really tough to allow ourselves to acknowledge the emotions inside of us, but it ultimately ends up being even worse if we hold them in. Writing gives me a chance to release those feelings.
I write to help others.
Words are more powerful than we can comprehend - they can heal, they can break, they can change the way someone thinks of the world. When I write, my words flow with idea that I want to take my thoughts and use them for good, taking my mistakes, my struggles, and my learnings and turn them into things that other people can use in a positive light.
Knowing that something beneficial can come from the lessons I've learned, brings me an immense sense of accomplishment - knowing that even the difficult things I have endured in my life were worth it.
I write for an outlet.
Thoughts easily get trapped in my head and it is not very difficult to find myself obsessing over them. When I was growing up, my mom used to have me carry around a notebook in my purse to scribble down what was on my mind because getting those consuming thoughts out onto paper made them more containable. Back then, I used to think that carrying a notebook around everywhere I went was annoying because it weighed down my purse, but now, years later I am here jotting down the things in my mind as they come to me on anything that I can access at that moment - my phone, scrap paper, my laptop.
Whether it be a poem, a short story, or an article like this one you are reading right now, each serves its own purpose and helps make the hard parts of life more controllable.