Why do I write? I write to incite feeling, and too expel emotion. I write to make the world seem less desolate, to pretend like we aren't the worst. And to remind the reader that it isn't as bad as things might seem, because at least we can smile, sing, laugh and write. For now.

I write because what else is there to do on the days when my emotions close in on me, like grinding, churning walls made of dark and jagged teeth that scream: "You. Are. Nothing." But I am not nothing. And neither are you. And writing is the reminder of that, for as long as you have a pen in hand or keyboard ready, you can remind everyone and yourself that the world isn't the terror it pretends to be. To be able to write is to be free, to be free is to hold some semblance of power, and no matter how small that power is, if you can use it to change just one person in this world then that is beautiful.

And that is why I write: for change. Any change.