As a writer, writing is fundamental to my everything. It’s how I process, learn, experience, and understand my own life. What’s more, writing is my way of life.
I can recall learning to write my last name the first time in kindergarten. My last name was too long and very overwhelmingly heavy on my shoulders, but I wanted to learn how to write it because to me writing was everything. To write something is to own it, to learn it, and to know it. I can even remember writing stories and telenovelas in gibberish before I could legibly write in English. It was my way of leaving something for the world but also my way of figuring out what my life would be. To put it briefly, my history with writing is extensive and while I never write as much as I want to, it is part of me. It’s always allowed me to define myself and redefine what my body and mind has been through.
Nonetheless, there are things I find harder to write about. There are things I in fact do not and cannot write about, at least not fully yet. But yet, me being me, I push and tug and claw away at those corners of my psyche until the day all parts of myself might see the light.
One day I shall be one with the sun.
❤ life as an agoraphobe
life as an agoraphobe 