I write, because I tend to keep my feelings and emotions in and that’s their only way out.
I write, because it’s somehow a successful attempt to organize the chaos overwhelming my mind.
I write, because if I don’t, God knows how heavy was going to be the pile on my chest.
I write, because it heals the pain in my heart.
I write, because it’s easier to express myself behind a screen rather than confront myself or others with how I feel.
I write, because neither the pen nor the keyboard suddenly stop the words coming out unless I decide to.
I write, because neither the paper nor the screen interrupt me when I speak.
I write, because only then all the perfect scenarios in my head become possible and my imagination finally finds a home.
I write, because when I do, for a while the world around me disappears and suddenly everything starts to make sense in that perfect isolated world of my own.
I write, because I hope to inspire people and that someday my writing will help someone other than me.
I write, because I crave that moment where even just one person can say: “Your words changed my life” or “Your words saved me.”
I write, because to me it’s love, passion, therapy, and a way to make myself and sometimes others, happy.
No, I’m not a writer.
I just write.