I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t write.
I think that everyone should have a passion in life. Everyone needs something to keep their feet on the ground, to keep them from slowly losing it. It’s a stress-reliever, a hobby,Â the love of my life, the apple to my pie, call it whatever you want but all I know is that if I wasn’t a writer I would feel like my life isn’t worth anything.
I used to wonder why I wasn’t like other teenagers. Why I didn’t go out and party, drink, get involved with drugs, get pregnant before I graduated high school. Was I a jesus freak? No. Did I have overly strict parents? No. Did I spend all my time studying? Well, yes, but I could’ve managed my studies with a social life. Was I just the weirdest teenage girl on the planet? Probably. But the conclusion I really came too was that I wasÂ a writer. I didn’t need to go out and party because I could write about kids doing it, I could vicariously have the rebellious teen stage most kids go through my writings. Suddenly, my boring life seemed full of possibilities and it was a joy to know that I could sit down at my computer and make words flow like a river, that I could create an entire world just with my imagination.
It’s true what Einstein says, “Imagination is greater then knowledge.”
That couldn’t be more true in my case. When I was little I created words with my stuffed animals and dolls and it was like that skill never left me, I could still create worlds with my own characters but this time I could do it on a computer screen or in a notebook with my own words and own ideas.
Most of you know that for a long time I was willing to take my own life because of bad things that have happened to me. I can safely say that this, THIS right here is what keeps me grounded. When I’m feeling like that again, whenÂ I feel the urge to take a blade to my wrists,Â I can just and sit at my computer and write out all my feelings. It’s the only thing that will ever keep me sane, even if I can’t make a living off of it like J.K. Rowling or Stephanie Meyer, I can still say that I am doing whatÂ I love to do and that’s really all that matters.
So, I say to you, fellow writers on here, or even if your not a writer, do what you love to do. Find a passion, find your niche in the world, and you will begin to feel like there is nothing that can bring you down. I will always have the greatest respect for writers: poets, authors of fiction, authors of Â nonfiction, blog writers, newspaper journalists,Â even textbook writers. Do what you do because you love to do it, and remember that no one else can tell you that you can’t do it. We can do whatever we set our minds too, including save ourselves from suicide.
Nothing is impossible. Remember that.