I am writing this post because I saw something that made me question my reasons for writing, my purpose, and why I actually write. I write to focus – to focus my thoughts and feelings, attempting to seek a healthier mental state in doing so.
My thoughts can overpower my being, not just my thoughts but also my feelings. I struggle to be open with people about how I feel – perhaps it is because of how I grew up, where open and honest conversations were never had; perhaps situations I have been in affected me so much that I would rather deal with everything by myself and keep my thoughts and feelings trapped inside.
As I have said, I am a closed-off person who keeps everything to myself. The times I have said how I have felt, it has never gone the correct way. This is because keeping things to myself is never good – it ends up being a build-up of emotions and thoughts so that by the time I say anything, it’s an explosion of all my emotions coming out together, revealing feelings I have held in for months.
Due to my overwhelming thoughts and feelings. I had to find an outlet that didn’t involve eating, smoking weed, etc. I needed a healthy outlet. That outlet became writing. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t write; I honestly wouldn’t. Writing has saved me in many ways – I can’t even fathom my life without it.
I write in many ways; I write my thoughts to express, I write to create and tell stories – I write because this healthy outlet has become a passion of mine. The first passion I feel comes naturally. Writing has allowed me to express myself in ways I never knew I could before. If I could write all day, every day, then I would. It brings me peace and happiness – the peace and happiness I have always wanted – mental peace and happiness.
Writing has become therapy for me; it mentally helps me get by and continue to push through every negative aspect. In a world where everything is so dark, writing has been the light I have needed to help me improve and work on myself in a way I would never have before.
I want to end this post by telling whoever is reading this to try and find an outlet that brings them peace – whatever it may be. Everyone deserves a hobby and an activity that brings them happiness. Whatever it may be, try it. What have you got to lose? The best thing I decided to do was write, and I do not regret it.