My Psyche

There are only two places in which I can picture myself truly feeling comfortable being myself. One is inside a competent and trustworthy therapist’s office and the other is hiding behind the pages I write.

I am not what anyone would call a normal person and as such I have learned that it is best not to reveal my true self to most people. They do not understand me and do not want to understand me. This is fine. I should rephrase that. This is the inevitable reality I have forced upon myself due to my abnormality. Some would call this a self-fufilling prophecy. I just call it my life.

Writing has become a tool to express creativity, yes, but it has also opened a doorway I cannot allow to be opened in the real world. It allows me to express thoughts, actions, motivations, and impulses that society would only allow to exist inside the pages of fiction. It is a safe place to hide without actually concealing myself.

For challenge- “How has writing shaped you” by Lianna C