I am a writer.
Deep down within, I’ve always been.
My mum has saved a box of stories I wrote from the time I could first write.
I have writers in my lineage.
I find healing in the process of putting words on paper. In formulating thoughts, there is order in the chaos.
It’s not much of a confession – in terms of something new – after a year of writing here, but here it is:
I am a writer. Read my roar - and maybe you can hear it, too.