Why I write

The last post reminds me of the reason I write. I told someone that I write because it’s therapeutic. Because, very often, I can’t really place where I stand emotionally. About what exactly is bothering me. Because I need to talk to myself. And voices in my head freak me out. And if you can put something down on paper, it doesn’t seem that scary anymore. And you understand it better. But this is only part of the bigger picture. The bigger picture is that I like writing. It’s a challenge describing things and doing a good job. It seems amazing that I can do it sometimes. And I love giving myself a pat on the back. I don't get too many chances you see. :)