Writing is a very therapeutic practice. It allows you to tap into your emotions and make rational decisions at the same time.
Similar to reading, it can help you escape reality.
Writing has its way of stroking your ego because you can make up the rules in the story you are creating. If you want to get the wheels of your readers’ minds” spinning, you can fib and reveal the truth at the end.
Writing is manipulating, a craft studied by the most influential people. It is a universal tool; everybody writes.
But Why Write When Nobody Reads?
We all have a story, and everyone deserves a way to tell theirs.
I write to stay sane. If I go long periods without writing, I end up depressed.
Most people have an inner voice in their heads, and I’m apart of the 20- percent who don’t have an inner-speech.
You know that little voice in your head. I believe it is described as a narrator. When the inner-voice is explained to me, it sounds like the following:
Inner-voice: What day is it?
You ( I guess): Monday
It’s weird looking from the outside in, I would be freaked out if I had thoughts talking to me, or an inner voice, but many people are freaked out about the fact I don’t have one.
Hell, I tried to fake having one, and now I am probably mentally exhausted for the rest of my life.
Thanks to quarantine, I’m finally embracing my non-inner-voice mind. Man, these are some excellent benefits.
Anyway, not having an inner-monologue is the reason why I continue to write without readers.
The way my mind works is that I’m acting, as I’m thinking.
Let me try to explain,
I don’t have a voice in my head doubting me. Don’t get me wrong I’m a pretty decent human being.
I am an excellent listener, mainly because outside of the voice I’m speaking with yours is the only other one that I hear.
I hope this makes sense.
I guess I’m trying to say is if I’m not talking and nobody around me is talking, there is complete silence. No voice in my mind suggests something or moves me to be inspired.
I do what I think without any other thought jumping in to make me think about what I will do.
However, I do have an instinct.
My body and maybe habits will hold me back from doing things that are probably not apart of my destiny.
I’ll get ill, or it takes a long time for my mind to come up with a complete idea for me to do something, hell I get writers’ block because I am literally at a loss of words.
It’s as if I get stuck at a period. Or a book has been shut.
I hate finishing books.
Books are words I use to feed me; it’s kind of weird.
I’ll read a book, comprehend the message, and quickly move on to the next one without giving what I just read any thought.
I have not been diagnosed to be on any spectrum. I went to a therapist once to get diagnosed for depression to register my dog as a service dog, and shocked the therapist. I almost didn’t get the certificate because she didn’t believe I was depressed, although I am because of other reasons I won’t disclose.
In life, people are drawn to me when I am alone, it’s so weird and pretty annoying. With that being said, I am a great listener.
Since there is no inner-voice in my head, I am actually listening to you, watching your body language, and taking in what I might need from you, all while letting go of the things I don’t.
Only one other person knows this, and now whoever reads this will know, and that is fine. That is the beauty of writing.
Writing is a way for me to release unnecessary information that pertains to my life but beneficial for others. It is a hobby that allows me to understand who I am, and decide whether or not I want to share.
I can have a million views or zero, I will write, and I will publish.
Genuine followers will see when my writing gets better, and when it sucks. Then I have my niche followers, who patiently wait for the next post. ( I see and thank ya’ll.)
I’ll continue to write when nobody is reading and write when you are.