Writing is more than a hobby; it helps with so many areas of my life. I believe, and I’ve been told, that I am good at it.
I’ve written two books about my experiences of mental illness which I hope to publish one day. I’ve also started writing short stories about mental illness. They are meant to be fiction but contain a lot of my own life.
Just the act of writing gives me a buzz. I write 500 words at one go and try to do that twice a week. Writing helps my mood and insight; I stay aware of illness and I’m happy to be creative.
From the very start of my illness in 2003, I said I was going to be a writer. I was going to write a philosophy book that would cure all the world’s ills. I still plan to write a philosophy book, but with more realistic expectations.
It wasn’t until I went back to university to study Religion, Philosophy and Ethics, that I learned to write. Before then I would write maybe only one paragraph and then get stuck. But, through writing essays at university, I discovered how to write.
Maybe one day I will be a full-time writer? I haven’t discovered the commercial possibilities of my writing yet, but at the moment I get so much out of it; being creative helps my confidence. Possessing such a skill gives me a great feeling of satisfaction.
It’s a way to express my hopes and fears. To put my worst experiences down in writing provides me with a great release. I feel can let go of some of my darkest times. Writing is a way to move on in life.
Maybe my writing will inspire people with similar problems? Hopefully it will show them that there is light at the end of the tunnel.