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Reasons for Writing
Even though I’m not getting paid.
I was about seven years old when I started writing. Poems were floating around in my head, and one day I realized that I could put them on paper.
For a long time, all I wrote was poetry and song lyrics. I have storage boxes level full of work I’ve done since I was a kid.
It was an emotional outlet. A way of purging when I needed relief and I needed more relief than most.
Kids who have great childhoods can still be depressed.
Believe me, I know it makes no sense.
It must’ve been a chemical thing or a wiring problem in my brain. It may have even been God’s way of preparing me for what my life would become. Whatever the reason, my writing became a way to pour out my pain.
In high school, I used writing to impress other kids. Apparently, it never occurred to me to write for the school newspaper or be on the yearbook staff. Nope, I just did homework for other kids. Their grades improved, and they loved me. It was a win for us all!
