Writing has played many vital roles in my life. One being getting it in order. Over the years, being an introvert, I did little to no talking, but I did do a lot of thinking. My mind was bombarded with thoughts. I had a lot to ponder on or think about. But I never knew what to do with those thoughts. It resulted in a problem called maladaptive daydreaming, where a person remains engrossed in thinking about things or scenarios that are unlikely to happen in real life. Only after I jotted them down did I find freedom and progress. From boredom, doubt, confusion, the loud voices of my mind, etc. From writing them down, I managed to reshape them into poems, stories, and topics of discussion.
To write down what lies in your head is to acknowledge that your thoughts are real, and to know that they have been finally put where you can do something with them puts you at ease. The more you write, the more your mind is emptied of such meaningless clutter. You can make something out of it when you express it on paper. And who knows, perhaps it may help someone else as well.
Writing gives me clarity as I write what I have felt. It fills me with knowledge as I write of what I have learned. It brings back memories of what I have seen. It makes me blissful as I write of what I have done. It fills me with happiness as I write of all whom I have loved.
