Writing has always been a form of expression for me, and I fell in love with it when I was locked up for months in a mental health institute. Which in another field of profession is something to look down on… but I feel strongly that in writing it is somewhat of a badge of honour. After all, the sane must appear insane in an insane society, roughly said by Kurt Vonnegut and loosely regurgitated by me; too lazy to look up the exact quote. 

I wasn’t always a nut case, I used to be ignorant and in love with the shadows on the wall from Plato's cave. Back then I had no intent on becoming a writer. Writing: something I would now pay to be able to do. 

According to my mentors, ‘a great writer has something to says,’ and I feel strongly that I do. I know I see the world very differently than most people… Maybe it is because my life has not been so easy. Be that as it may, I am a firm believer that life is not what has happened to you, but what you choose to do there on out.

I choose to channel my emotions into literature, as art is nothing more than the objectification of feelings. I have spent so long in the dark, jet black letters on a screen inverted and became the light… writing to me is the only way forward. I have proudly burned all the bridges, and made my writing the only way. I write because I have to. A good day of writing saves a bad day.