A very long time ago a girl called Harriet came into my life and inspired me to write about my life. Harriet wrote down what she saw and documented every single detail and emotion. I went onto write my own journal and many more after that...
It’s funny how my seven-year-old self knew back then that the one thing I loved most in the whole world was writing. The only comfort I have ever found is in pouring my thoughts down onto paper, it doesn’t provide a cure, but it does provide solace. The comfort in knowing there is always somewhere to escape, the magic of storing memories and the promise of secrecy.
Sometimes I worry that writing is a lost art, and the value of writing has been replaced by technology. But then I remember why I started blogging, why I find such joy in writing letters to penpals, and why I still have that burning passion inside of me.
Harriet M Welsch - I have a lot to thank you for.