Why write?

I’ve been thinking about why I write…

Is it a call for attention? A hope that it might lead to something “big”? A fear of missing out?

To be honest—yes, that was true in the past. And it felt good, for a while. But then, it started to itch…

A constant sense that nothing was ever good enough, no matter how successful things looked from the outside. Always chasing the next thing, trying to unlock the secret to “success.” I was a prisoner—and the guard was me. I didn’t realize there was never a need for a key.

So, why do I write these days?

Mainly because writing has a cleansing effect on me. When I’m not writing in some form, it’s like a clogged drainpipe ready to burst.

Writing helps uncover what’s hidden. It brings insight into what’s been pushed out of sight. It sheds light on the shadows.

That’s why I write. Why do you write?