What Do I Want to Say?

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.