Because the motherfucking sadness wants to own you, isolate you like a narcissistic boyfriend. Write because it pisses him off. And, one day, you’ll be a little free, just enough to evict the bastard or perhaps your writing will anger him enough that he will sneak out in the middle of the night.
Erika Sauter, this is your best piece ever and the most comprehensive and precise description I’ve…

This is such outstanding advice. Up to this point I’ve been writing in hopes of others connecting with my stories, to show how important it is for us to speak up and not feel shame or loneliness and to set the example that we are okay. I am okay. I never thought about it as writing for myself. I bet my stories will be far more powerful with that in mind.

Thank you.