Why Do I Write?
Another decade and a multitude of reasons, most different from the prior decade.
I write to be the sun, and not the flower requiring the sun.
I write because writing shows me how to live.
I write to feel everything, to connect with universal emotions.
I write to confront what hurt me, the trauma inside a vault.
I write to reconcile pain even while I seek joy.
I write to contradict the voice that says I’m not qualified enough, educated enough, enough.
I write to ruffle fears’ feathers, giving voice to what wants to be silent.
I write to trust myself more, to prove the weight of my words.
I write to open hearts and minds.
I write to excavate gems from the unlit cave of history.
I write to answer the voice that nags, begs, whines until words are shaped, sung.
I write to discover crumbs of bread, beckoning me to follow the path.
I write to give one person a message, born for them to see something otherwise unseen.
I write to satisfy the craving to be seen, respected, and loved, however unevolved.
I write to wrap my arms around the questions I hadn't thought to ask.
I write to honor ancestors whose voices were lost, quieted, or squelched.
I write to teach my grandchildren what I’ve learned.
I write for emotional healing for myself and others.
I write to feel less alone, and so others can feel less alone.
I write, driven by gale force winds to shape sentences like waves crashing.
I write to honor the human spirit, through love and affirmation.
I write to be a storyteller, a web of shared stories connecting us.
I write words for the chance to softly and fiercely and surprisingly offer new perspectives.
I write to satisfy my selfish need to make a difference.
I write to elicit untapped stories in others.
I write to be a part of collective healing.
I write to discover the possibility of holding something new in my hands or my heart..
I write to express joy and sorrow, melancholy and mischief.
I write to process grief and to practice living joyfully in spite of pain.
I write to become the full expression of my soul.
I write. I must. I keep writing.
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Alchemical is the word that comes to my mind and heart as I read, feel and contemplate your words, dear Charrise. True Merlin energy. Transformative. I fall more and more in love with you, and with our group each and every day.