It’s a real thing to admit… Writing has gotten me…. Excuse me… GETS me through some of the hardest moments of my life.
This is one of the many reasons I love writing. It’s not for pay, it’s not for fame… It’s for my peace. The story can carry on for as long as I want it to, and when I’m ready I can move on from it.
Every character is written with a piece of me. Whether strong or broken… Each of them were brought to life by the thoughts, feelings, and situations I’ve gone through… Even those about a magic world that doesn’t exist ha… Every one embodies me, or something I’ve wanted or craved in one way or another.
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