Why I Write

For a long time, I didn’t know why I had even started writing. Now I know.

Life is a process shaped by pain and beauty. Sadly, we often forget the beauty faster than we would like. Writing helps me hold on to it.

The light of a new day. A simple moment in everyday life. A thought that suddenly comes to me. I write it down. Not because my heart has no space. But because writing sharpens memory. It stretches the warmth of a moment. And sometimes it gives strength in cold times.

But I don’t only write about beauty. I also write when it gets dark. When the night feels lonely. When anger or shock rises in me. When old scars start to hurt again. Writing makes the pain more bearable.

Recently, I realized why. I was sitting in the kitchen, listening to a long monologue. It was about humiliation, inequality, wounds. So much anger. So much frustration. And in the end, the echo of a voice in an empty room.

I know conversations like this. Most of the time, they are about old scars, invisible but still hurting. Sometimes you even forget you carry them. But then a single wrong word is enough — and they tear open again.

We’d love to scream. But we can’t. So we listen. And we see how vulnerable the people we love truly are.

As a child, you believe adults don’t cry. You grow up when you understand they are just as vulnerable as you are.

These scars stay with us for decades. Like a curse. Even though they belong to the past, they still wound us. Maybe that’s part of human nature. Maybe not. But even if it is, there must be a way to heal. Writing is one path.

When my scars ache, I write. When I’m at risk of getting new ones, I write. I don’t want to speak everything out again and again. I don’t want to cling to my traumas. Maybe it’s already too late. But I haven’t given up hope.

That’s why I say: Speak — but also write. When we speak, the voice fades into the room. When we write, it stays.

A text is a mirror. It forces us to see our emotions, experiences, and thoughts more clearly. And while we write, we understand ourselves a little better.

Psychologically, you could explain this through the associativity of memory. But that’s not important. What matters is this: writing helps.

So if something weighs on you, write. No one has to read it. It doesn’t have to be beautiful. It only has to be honest. Then the heart becomes a little lighter. And healing becomes possible.

We all have the ability to express ourselves. Let’s use it — one word at a time. For ourselves.