I write to let go.
I write to engage.
I write to witness.
I write to be heard.
I write to create.
I write to recreate.
I write to rewrite.
I write to remember.
I write to forget.
I write to feel.
I write to stop feeling.
I write to get lost.
I write to be found.
I write for control.
I write to let go.
I write when I am sad and cannot bare to utter the words that I feel in my soul. I write when I am angry and am afraid of the feelings that quiver within me. I write when I am happy, although I write less. I write when I am fearful, to gain some control. I write when I’m excited, because if I don’t, the words might just burst right out of me. I write when I have too much control and need to be free and feel the wind in my hair. I write to escape from the difficulties I face. I write to remember why I keep fighting each day. I write to memorialize the ones that I’ve loved and the ones that I’ve lost and the ones that I share my very best and very worst moments with. I write when I hate myself, to witness my shame. I write to forgive myself, to damper the pain. I write to become better and stronger and driven. I write to accomplish. I write because it is who I am. I am a writer.
And because I’m not much of a domestic goddess, so writing is my bag.
That’s why I write.
Why do you write?
