Why Writing is My Passion

What I enjoy most about writing is simple: it lets me get my thoughts out on paper.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve struggled to communicate clearly. My brain runs so fast that it feels like I’m always rushing, even when I’m not. I’ll know what I want to say, but the words just won’t come out right. Pronunciation has always been hard for me too. Growing up, reading wasn’t something I cared for because I couldn’t sit still long enough. I was diagnosed with ADHD, but medication didn’t really help me. My nervous system never felt settled, so I couldn’t sink into the page long enough to get captivated.

But I could always write.

Coloring, writing, painting and typing was where I stood out. I loved them all. I can still remember sitting in the computer lab in college, grinding away on research papers. It was the only time I felt like I was in the flow state for a long period. I’d lose track of time, fully immersed, and when it was done I felt proud of myself. Writing challenged me, but it also lit me up. And typing- oh, I’ve always loved typing. The speed, the rhythm, the sound of keys clicking. Anyone else remember “playing” Type to Learn? I crushed it.

As I’ve grown older, writing has become even more than that. It’s been deeply therapeutic. A place to pour out the gunk, release what’s stuck, and keep my energy fresh. Julia Cameron, in The Artist’s Way, writes: “God gave us the gift of creating. Our gift back is to create.” That line has always stayed with me. Morning pages (my near-daily ritual) have been life-changing. Writing has become my way of staying open. It helps me stay receptive and in flow with whatever the universe wants to co-create through me.

It’s also become a mirror. Through reflection, I see myself more clearly. Writing feels like a safe space to let go, to process, to rage, to be held. In many ways, it’s like a free therapist: always there, always listening to my innermost and darkest secrets.

I’ve also fallen in love with reading as I’ve aged, which wasn’t the case when I was younger. I admire the way writers use language, and I’ve been exploring my own love language in writing. For me, it’s alliteration, assonance, poetry, and wordplay. I respect and admire it deeply, and I try to weave it into my own work.

There’s a saying I love: If you’re depressed, read. If you’re anxious, write. That’s been true in my life. And the more I read, the more I marvel at the beauty of language itself. Written languages are stunning. Chinese characters, Icelandic words, the lyrical sounds of Spanish. Some languages hold words for things English doesn’t even attempt to name. That blows me away.

So yes, writing, language, the whole expanse of it- I’m just a big fan. Writing has always been where I find myself. It’s where I express myself. It’s also where I reconnect to that creative pulse that keeps me alive.