I started writing to try and understand what was going on in my head. I started off with a pen and pad that sat next to my bed. I would write in it as I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling and I would try to unravel the curious thoughts dancing around in my head at night. The more I wrote the more I wanted to write and after a while the book I wrote in came with me everywhere I went. I initially thought that it was just a tool to express myself. I only found myself more profoundly confused than I had ever been before when some of these thoughts crept out of my mind. I thought that I was just rambling like an idiot until I shared these words with some close friends of mine. They helped me understand how my words mattered.
Some of what I write is completely abstract, some things will make sense and some things are just fresh out of my mind nonsense.
I hope that other people can find something relatable in the words that I write and I hope that that helps in some small way.