I create. Ever since I was little, my closest companions have been my stories, transporting me to another world whether I wanted them to or not. I identify with Victor Hugo when he said, “A writer is a world trapped inside a person.” Growing up, the world within felt so big and consuming that I thought I might burst. I was transported from phonics class to a mountain overlooking a forest, with the sun rising over a castle on the horizon. I was sitting atop a mast, shouting orders to a crew of pirates as a rival ship came into view. I was in control, and I was special.
It was addicting to retreat to the world within, and I lost myself in my daydreams. So, by the time I was jarred back into reality, I found myself utterly confused. My fantasies were so tangible that often, I could not distinguish between fact and fiction. The result: anxiety.
F. Scott Fitzgerald once said: “You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.” I have much to say because I have experienced a lot. I put all of myself into every story, every character, and every world. With my stories, I want to take what is messy in the real world and make it beautiful. My writings are laced with finding peace after loss, weakness being turned into strength, and deciding where you belong instead of waiting to be invited.
Writing is my escape, my refuge, my therapy, and my passion. Writing is my everything. While I don’t yet know what career I will end up in, I know that it will have to do with writing. Until then, I will hone my craft, constantly pushing myself towards new horizons. I dream of using my creativity to create a place of belonging for others who are hurting.
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