At first glance, this quote seems a little…too intense.
But then, I thought about it a little more. And I know that at least for me–and I’m sure for many other writers–it rings true.
There’s been a lot of pain in my life. A lot of adversity and a lot of sadness.
Sometimes, the only thing that has kept me going was writing. I’ve written through the pain because it gave me hope.
No, I wasn’t escaping. I was coping.
I was coping with reality through the written word.
I was wrestling through many questions through my writing.
In fact, I’d go as far as to say that God gave me writing because He knew. He knew it was the only thing that would get me through. Writing is the only consistent art form I’ve never quit even in the most painful of times. It’s the only thing that’s faithfully helped cope with reality.
In college, I journaled every day, I wrote poetry, I wrote essays and papers that helped me wrestle through complex issues. Every act of writing was something I needed at the time. It helped me cope with college.
When I graduated, I wrote my book through the agonizing months of feeling adrift, not knowing if I’d ever get a job, trying to adjust to life after college, etc. When I felt so empty and alone and scared, I wrote my story and felt God’s joy flowing through me. I coped through writing.
And last year, when I experienced the death of a close friend, I wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote because it was the only thing that gave me hope. In fact, there were times I looked at liquor and thought…if only I could drown my sorrow. But I knew God wouldn’t allow that, I knew it wasn’t good. And so I coped in a positive, healthier manner. I wrote my fantasy, I wrote and expressed all the questions and thoughts I was thinking through the plotlines and the characters in my story.
And I hoped as I coped with reality.
So yes, maybe writing is kind of like my drink of choice.
But I’m pretty sure God’s okay with that. :P