Why do I write.

Why do I use trauma in the the things I write.

Do I enjoy it?

No, never.

So why do I write?

Is it an outlet?

A form of entertainment?

A way to keep me sane in the walls that hold me?

It may be.

I’ll never know.

But trauma helps the reader connect.

But does it, would it?

These things that run through my brain.

Am I good at this?

Am I even worth it?

Yes, no. It may be. But it’s not up to me.

It’s up to what’s inside me. What’s inside you.

You and I, we’re alike.

We’re all the same in this mad world.

We help each other. Lift each other.

That’s what we were made for. That’s why not just I write.

Not just me lifting others up. Not just me helping people feel better about themselves.

It’s you and I. Everyone. Otherwise we won’t survive.

That’s why others support me. That’s why we support each other.

And to inspire others to help each other.

That! Is why I write.