Why I Write

I remember as a young child being very aware of how other people reacted to the things I said. Because of that I was incredibly careful about what I said. Or I tried to be. It got worse as I got older. I kept my true thoughts and feelings to myself.

The one place I didn’t have to be careful was a blank page. Writing has always been a release for me. I can escape to another world inside my head, but somehow still manage to work through whatever is going on.

As I have gotten older, writing has become even more important. It has never been just a hobby. It’s a necessity, even if no one will ever read anything I write. I don’t think I could function as a human being without writing. (Even though it makes me a little crazy sometimes and I wonder why I do this to myself.) Writing is a part of who I am. It is a gift God has given me. For that reason, I know that I shouldn’t keep it to myself, like I have been, when I could be using it to glorify Him.

I have avoided putting my writing out there for the world to see for a while out of fear, but there is only so long that you can ignore what God wants you to do.

I loved reading before I started writing. My love for books is actually why I started writing. Reading gave me a way to connect. It still does. When I felt alone, like no one else in the world could possibly understand what I was feeling, I turned to books. I found understanding within the pages. It was my way of knowing that someone else out there understood what I was going through.

Now it is my chance to provide that connection for someone else.