Writing saved my life.
I was that kid who “made mountains out of molehills” and needed a diary with lock and key to hold the excess feelings that my parents couldn’t bear.
I was that teenager who was challenged to verbalize my rage so I wrote letters before I ran away.
I was that young adult who found solace in literature for a while, imploded eventually, then picked up a pen and journal to find out what happened back there.
Now, I still write. And after 10,000+ hours, I have a few things to share that I hope will entertain you and/or encourage you to write too.
Linda Ellen Kelly 