Why I Write

I write because I have a hard time expressing myself. I’m not witty or an eloquent speaker. Usually fumbling over my words, I’m awkward and don’t know what to say. Small talk makes me cringe and sometimes gives me that feeling that makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

Mostly quiet and in my head, I analyze every word that rolls off a person’s tongue, trying to think of what to say next. I regularly find myself reliving past conversations that I’ve had with people 5 minutes ago. I toss and turn the “ I should’ve said this”, thought in my brain a lot.

I write because there’s no pressure; I let my thoughts run the show. I allow myself the time and space to form thoughts in my head and draft meaningful words onto a piece of paper. Writing on my own terms, not on anybody else’s.

This self-expression is essential to my growth and gives me perspective. Writing is my form of therapy. I can let out my most intimate thoughts, feelings, and experiences and feel reborn.

I write for power. Power over the internal battles I have within myself and power over the strange places I find myself in. When I feel alone, I write through feelings of uncertainty, fear, and anxiety. Writing is the compass that guides me through life’s journey. It makes the human experience not feel so lonely by creating community. That’s the beauty of words, so many people can relate and find meaning in them. We strive for togetherness and writing offers a place where people can find consolation.

We can never be prepared for the randomness life throws at us and we sometimes make choices that we regret. But the beauty of writing is that we have the choice to proofread and edit our mistakes. It’s a chance to restart and forgive ourselves for every mistake we make. These little lessons can be food for thought for our own lives. Forgiving ourselves for the actions we regret. Giving ourselves a chance to start fresh. Maybe, we have a lot to learn from the writing process.