If we look back to writers like Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, and Sylvia Plath, they all left their souls on the page. They didn’t write because they needed money or because they wanted notoriety. They wrote because they had to.
When asked why they write, very few writers say anything more than “I do it because I need to tell a story.” This is especially true with nonfiction writers. Cheryl Strayed wrote Wild because it was another way for her to cope with the death of her mother. David Small wrote Stitches because he needed to understand his family and himself.
Writing isn’t just about entertaining or informing, it can also serve as therapy. Continue reading