When I felt lonely as a child, I turned to writing affectionate poetry in secret under my floral bedsheets, ashamed of my hobby as I often heard "children don't know what love is."
Fueled by the confusion and distance this created, my passion for writing grew until it became my therapeutic lifeline. I filled notebooks and journals for years, until I eventually began sharing my words again in high school.
During a guided meditation a few years ago, I was able to rediscover an inner child whose emotions were bottled and passions were stunted to make room for good behavior, and who therefore learned to hide. As I continue to write, learn, and grow, I now carry that wise little being with me as much as possible, striving to become the person I needed when I was young. From this, I hope to be the brave, uncensored writer that you need, too.