Someone once asked me why I have few friends. “I don’t know. It’s just me,” I said. But who do you tell your stuff when all hell has broken loose? I WRITE. I love paper; reading it or writing on it or making trial origami with it. Paper is my go-to friend. Not judgy and it will never tell a soul. If I do not want anyone to see, I light it up. ☺ Yes, I lit up my four-year journal when I cleared campus! My 4 years were lit 🔥! Someone, please buy me a lighter for my paper friend when they seem like they’d tell. I write because written words never fail me like spoken words. I can cry and write but not cry and speak. I write because it keeps me sane. There are days when my demons are up and I am tired of fighting them so often. On those days writing keeps me from insanity and depression. So from the above, writing is my therapy. Words act as my reminders and that is why I write. I know I can easily build a wall around pain I feel so writing my hurtful experience allows me to remember where I have been when I re-read. I am reminded that I am a work in progress and nothing beats this –> A STEP AT A TIME. I do not write to impress others. Heck! I do not even know more than one synonym to all the words in my small vocabulary. But I still write. As simple as it is. I write because it makes me happy and to practice my craft. I write to share what I know (or what I think I know). And to share my experiences with you. I love making stories in my head and I want to look for writing prompts for my blog. My next one “If we were all forced to wear a warning label, what would yours be?” P.S: Your writing suggestions or prompts will be totally appreciated by me.