Don’t ask me to recall when I first started writing, because I wouldn’t be able to give you an answer. I can remember using writing as my outlet for a majority of my life. I find myself reading old blogs where I kept poetry, diary entries, and letters that I never had any intentions of sending. To this day, I get lost in the words and forget that I am the author of these pieces.
As a child, I was afraid to publicize my entries in fear of the consequences of sharing the truth. As an adult, I have learned that lack of communication is the root of many problems. Nothing will improve if you do not speak on the issue. Too many people choose to be silent when they need to be heard. Truth is, I want to be heard.