I’m in Autobio this semester.
It’s the first time I’ve written in a long time.
And I’m loving it.
I used to love writing, as a kid. But I grew up and developed a lot of anxiety, so I boxed up my writing and hid it in a drawer.
Somewhere around high school, I lost my creative drive to write. I became incredibly insecure in my writing, whether it be creative, academic, or even just casual.
And I’m still struggling with that.
But the class is poking at those embers that I thought long dead.
I continue to compare myself to others, and I continue to think that I cannot find eloquent ways to give form to what I want to say and portray.
But I hope to find myself in this art form, as I’d thought I would years ago.