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Why did you become a writer?

Some people have asked me this question numerous times and I decided to answer it here real quick. 

Why did I become a writer?  I used to answer this with a lie I would tell people I just liked to write and be creative and that’s not true.  The truth is writing saved my life.  I at one point in my life was bullied and it was the period of time that I could not find any value in my life, in my family or in myself.  I was called everything from n***er, to ape and monkey, gorilla, ugly, stupid all the way to jungle thing, slave and so many other things (you can kind of guess by now that I am Black).  I was told “I hope you die”, “I would kill you if I could”, “I’m gonna get my KKK friends to kill you.”  “You’re so ugly and stupid why don’t you just die?” Students even threatened to hang me.  I slowly allowed myself to fade.  I used to tell people my soul already died I’m just waiting for my body to catch up. 

 I was choked multiple times and once in front of a teacher who laughed.  The teachers were no better than the students.  They would pull my hair, mumble about me and even call me stupid as well.  With my peers  I was hit with objects, kicked, pushed down, my hair pulled; people even tried to PET me like I was a dog (but I bet they treat their dogs better).  Finally I was hit in the back of my head with an old Del laptop. 

At night I prayed hard to die in my sleep but I never did.  Finally I stopped sleeping.  I would sit awake and cry or imagine my life after death.  Then after being choked the second time I actually could picture myself taking my own life (tried, but something stopped me).  I began to picture myself shooting up my school (WHOA, yeah I know) but I have to be honest.  I’m not the type of person that finds joy in other’s pain but back then I could see it and feel nothing.  I was a nine year old kid enduring nothing but hate everyday for years in that school. 

I noticed that by picturing everything so vividly I brought myself a certain calmness that allowed me to get through the day.  If I could do that for myself I wanted to do that for others so I started writing.  Horror, humor, adventure, action you name it, I wrote it.  I knew then that if I would have walked through that school and carried out my daydreams I would surely not be here today.  Writing saved my life.  All those people who called me stupid (including teachers) this that and the other back then, guess what…I am a senior in college now working towards three degrees and I am here on scholarships for my writing. But I still take my good with bad I have PTSD and persistent depression because of my time in that school. 

However, I am thankful to my writing (whether it’s good or bad) for distracting me through the times when my mind was not my ally, For forcing me to work towards something; But most importantly for saving my life and now I get to help other kids who feel like they have nothing left, thank you. 

And if you actually managed to sit through this long passage I thank you too.
Hugs to you dear lady
@Genesis no one should have to go through what you experienced
Genesis · 26-30, F
@Itsmrsockmonkey I appreciate you saying that, thank you truly
@Genesis just the truth and you're very welcome
I was just born that way.

 
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