I write because I don’t know how to talk. I have things I would like to say but the words don’t come to me immediately. I need time to think my sentences through. I need time to process my thoughts before I can form them into words. Then I need somewhere to put them.
I write because I feel more at ease this way. Writing out the words by hand or even typing them out is therapeutic. My mind feels lifted and lighter. Like all the thoughts have streamed out of my fingertips and now I can walk away from them.
I write because I can tell you things indirectly. Stories. I love to write stories. Maybe I want people to read about my thoughts but I don’t want them to know it so directly. Maybe if I write it in an abstract way, people will enjoy it without realising it’s an extremely re-arranged version of my feelings diary. Maybe people going through those same emotions will realise what I’ve done and can relate. Maybe I do it because I can find a solution and figure out a happy ending.
I write because I feel intensely. I have felt love and sadness and worry and confusion and quite possibly every feeling in between with such intensity that I need a way to release that. (Sometimes I think I feel a little too strongly given the actual circumstance!) The thoughts that come with feelings contain too many words to hold in my head.
I write because it makes me happy. And do I need any other reason than that?