Why I Write

If you care

I fear my heart would break and my brain fall out if I didn’t write on the internet.

Really it’s a matter of life or death.

I’m not dramatic.

I promise.

But really that would happen. There’s no science to it. I studied science. They never told me about writing on the internet. They never told me about the soul.

I don’t know why but they didn’t.

If you don’t write on the internet, you really must.

Maybe your heart and brain have already fallen out. In which case, do not worry, I’m sure writing has the ability to pick back up and put it back in again.

Back in 2019, I was a mess.

I was crying on my dirty living room floor (we’d bought a 1930s doer-upper). There, in my suit trousers, I wept.

How had my life become this? I had worked hard and done everything they said to do. I was a graduate. I was on a corporate grad scheme. People said I was doing the right things. I even talked to the CEO once. I was going places.

That’s the funny thing when you’re going places.

If it’s the wrong place, you feel like your body is moving forward but your soul is being dragged away.

I’d done everything right but here I was. Miserable. I was miserable before this if I was honest but this was the peak.