Why I write…
As a child, I was fascinated by how reading a book makes me feel like I’m a part of it. Some of my favorite childhood books include The Witches, A novel by Roald Dahl, and Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke. When I was developing my ability to read and write, around the age of 4-6, my family required me to write in my diary whenever I had time, preferably every day. And so over time, it helped me develop helpful writing tips and experiences at a young age. Around the age of 11-13, I stopped writing in my diary, (my family had forgotten about it by now) and I started focusing on writing stories instead. That’s how I got into writing, partially.
The sorrowful language in reading
As I publish more blogs that I prefer calling short stories or books, you might begin to question why most, if not all of what I post are sorrowful stories. This leads back to when I was very young.
Parenting, and love
Be very aware, that some of these stories you are about to read from my page can be very much real-life events. Not all of what I write are real, but some of them definitely are. I didn’t have a relatively good relationship with my parents growing up. My father was a smoker, and alcoholic, and was mentally and for the most part, physically unavailable. My mother had worked a very mentally draining and physically challenging job, and her boss at the time was a very incomprehensible man, with little to no understanding of what he’s put my mother through. I knew my mother in some sort, loved me, but it felt like she was too busy all the time, like my dad, mentally unavailable and physically not there for me. I went through a lot of things alone and had (still do) very bad trust issues, therefore I didn’t have many friends either. I needed a way to speak, to cope with my trauma.
I started writing about my past, my trauma, into little stories where everyone can openly read and talk about my writing. Some of my stories are true, and they are about my experiences being me. I found writing to be a great way to put a bandage on my trauma. It’s therapeutic to me, and although it does little to help with the pain I’ve been through as a child, at least writing this all out gives me space to cope with, and this is the main reason I write.
The audience
Although mainly what I write is because of trauma and coping with it, it’s also because of something else. I’ve tried posting my stories somewhere else too, like Facebook or Twitter. I found it fascinating that strangers on the internet supported my writing, and I felt happy knowing that you guys enjoyed reading my writing. I’ve received emails of thanks from people I barely know, and that really touched me.
I will publish at least once to twice a month, BUT I am a current student still in the unfortunate education program, so if there are a lot of tests or their midterms, etc, I might not post for the month, and you guys will have to stay tuned for next month. But when next month comes, I will find a way to make it up to you guys, extra posts maybe.
Stay tuned and thank you for reading!