I never knew writing would do so much for me when I just started doing it for fun. I used to want to write so I could become an author someday, but now I find that I turn to it when I’m at my lowest low, or my happiest highs. It’s always there, consistently. I can write my whole heart into these words, putting them together in a beautiful rhythm when they start out as a jumbled mess in my head. Writing brings a sense of clarity. It’s putting my thoughts into a readable form so I can piece together what is truly at the heart of it all. I trust that my heart knows what it wants to put onto paper or the screen, and when I read it back, I feel like I’m staring into a version of myself that isn’t tainted by the world or tampered with by influences. My emotions are clear, transparent, and more than anything honest. My hardest times are written in these pages, my growth, my love, my pain, my newfound understanding of myself. Writing has been the one thing that not only makes sense, but it is always true and purely myself.