There have always been people who write that have written stories and poetry since they were children. These types where those who always knew they would want to have writing and creativity be a part of their lives. I was not among those types who just knew from an early age. I didn’t stumble on the therapeutic value of writing until I was a senior in college. By then I was only a year away from graduating with a business degree that deep down I knew I would never use in a career. I never considered majoring in english and history, two of my three favorite subjects in high school (chemistry was my third favorite) because I believed the whole ‘you can’t find a job with a liberal arts or humanities degree’ nonsense when I was younger. I didn’t take into consideration that a) my mental illness would probably prevent…
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