Why I Write

One of the reasons I write is simple: when I write, I feel.

Not just a little—I feel everything. Love, anger, joy, hurt, hope, fear. The full, messy, beautiful spectrum of what it means to be human. Writing cracks me open in a way nothing else does. It lets me sit with those feelings instead of running from them. It lets me understand them. Sometimes it even lets me forgive them.

Stories are how I process the world. And maybe, if I do it right, they’ll help someone else feel a little less alone with their own chaos.