Why do I write about relationships, among other things? It is cathartic for me, so as not to become a raving lunatic of repressed emotion. My writing is sometimes melo-dramatic, sometimes angry, sometimes saddened, sometimes humorous. It varies, and I like it that way. It means I am not some buttonholed neurotic, obsessing about one issue/facet of life over and over. So I write.
I write for the woman who, actually, accepts me for what/who I am. I write for the woman who can, actually, see past societal judgements of herself. I write for the woman who doesn’t exist. I’ve come to terms with the fact that being “retardedly disabled” with an unphased intellect, is the very last thing one could be and still expect a modicum of genuine decency in such an image obsessed reality, that is dating/swiping in the twenty-first century . So I write.
No issues, this isn’t me complaining or whining about the woes that have ocurred in my life… they are many, I’m not one to complain. Change what you can, accept what you cannot, move on. So I write.
Catharsis.
Hitchhiker 