Without a shadow of a doubt, writing has changed my life in incredible ways.
I’m about to attempt to explain how much impact writing had on my life. And continues to have. I’m not sure how sappy or sentimental this post will be. You’ve been warned.
Writing gave me hope. Hope for a better future. Hope for something more, something greater.
I know life doesn’t always treat us kindly. But we fall down and somehow manage to get up. We carry on. We cope.
Putting pen to paper helped me cope. It was an escape. I could get away from the real world temporarily. Sometimes human beings just need a respite from life, however brief.
I looked forward to writing. I still do.
I felt excited thinking about fictional characters and imaginary people. It got me through the day.
Writing made me dream.
I dreamt about people I didn’t know.
And wished I could tell their story, do justice to it.
Telling stories put things into perspective for me.
Getting my thoughts and feelings down on paper made me step back from the situation to look at it from other angles. The act of creating a character me consider other people’s perspectives.
Writing changed my life. For the better.
So now I pose this question for you to ponder: how has writing changed your life?