There is nothing I have endured that writing could not fix.
Not a failing grade, not the loss of a family member or the heartache of a friend. Not a broken dream, keepsake, or heart. For me, writing is therapy, it is the remedy to every disappointment and unpleasant surprise that has ever found its way to me.
I am close enough to a quarter of a century old and I still do not fully understand why.
If I could share on the internet all the things writing has helped me overcome, I would.
I suppose words can hold an unexplainable power over people the same way music notes or brushstrokes enrich the lives of others. It doesn’t have to make sense. It’s just the way things are.
I’ve never been much of a master at explaining how I feel out loud. I can never make sense of it until I write it down. I’d feel more self-conscious about this if I didn’t know there were others in the world like me. People who prefer to write long letters instead of confronting someone face-to-face. Who can’t win hearts with speech but can influence minds with text.
(Not that I’m that great at doing that, either. Trust me.)
I’m lucky to have outlets where I can express (professionally, most of the time) my concerns, frustrations, hopes, and testimonials with whoever wants to listen. I love the people in my life, but the only place I’ve ever really felt fully listened to is anywhere my writing has appeared on screens. I often feel like sitting with a group of people in real time, my voice gets lost in … everything else.
At least, here, places like here, my words can have meaning to at least a few people. Maybe.
But if nothing else, I can always find comfort in just sharing my thoughts. I don’t usually care if no one reads them. I try not to be selfish, but sometimes, you have to write what’s on your heart and it comes off that way. It’s how it is. People are mostly interested in reading about things that apply to them. I do my best to relate everything I say back to you, back to whomever might be reading.
Writing is a tool I hope you never take for granted. It can accomplish more than you realize — in your own life as well as the lives of people influenced by it. I don’t know if we’ll ever fully understand why some people are so in tune with words or notes or strokes. Maybe we’re just oversensitive to something in them that other people aren’t. Maybe we’re drawn to them because they know we need them, somehow.
If you write for no other reason, write to thrive. To sort. To heal. To live. To make the pain make sense. To make the good things feel a thousand times better than they already do.
Meg is the creator of Novelty Revisions, dedicated to helping writers put their ideas into words. She is a freelance writer and a nine-time NaNoWriMo winner with work published in Teen Ink, Success Story, Lifehack and USA TODAY College. Follow Meg on Twitter for tweets about writing, food and nerdy things.