Why I write

Sometimes I feel like everyone wants to be a writer! But why shouldn’t they want to?

Writing has such a freedom associated with it. It’s a form of expression but also reflection.

The most fervently written pieces always followed some self-deemed traumatic event: a sudden breakup, discovering a cheating partner, feeling lost in the world, searching for value, returning from travels feeling like a self-anointed guru or simply to understand that nagging sense of loneliness.

My most creative self has always found refuge in the pages of a notebooks. And of course, there are those moments where I often struggle to understand how I’m feelings as I stare at a blinking cursor on my personal laptop. Writing can be a challenge.

It involves you having to take a moment to figure out what your feeling. However if you can start typing or writing, as your fingers start flexing, your mind probes for answers. And thus begins another therapeutic session.

I often have a multitude of thoughts swimming in my head that have manifested in a wall of post-its, as witnessed by my coworkers in my Zoom background. I feel and think more than I sometimes think is necessary, so there’s so much I want to write to help understand my thoughts and get them off my mind.

It was a while before I realized the therapeutic benefits of writing before I then experienced the sense of connection that could come with publishing your writing. This further confirms I’m not alone in my thoughts and how I feel, and feeling connected. Even if one reader took solace in reading something I wrote to feel less alone and more understood, mission accomplished.