There was a time in my life where I lived to write. I very rarely did anything else. I like to think that if I had not been writing at that time things would have been a lot...harder...for me to deal with. Very little of my writing from that time has survived, and other than wishing I could look back on it I am okay with that. None of my writing from that time was ever meant to be published, although the thought had crossed my mind at the time...but it was a very naive thought. A few years ago I stopped writing. I've felt like somehow there was a hole left in me from that time though. I don't know why I stopped writing, but I do know that it wasn't because I wanted to. And now I've come to a time when I feel like I need to write again. It's not that I don't have things to write about. I guess I may just have a fear of putting them down. Of making them as real to me now as the things I wrote before were to me then. That's why I'm here. I don't intend to post much of any of my writing that may one day be of publishing quality. I'm just looking for...support? Maybe a guiding mind to push me a little harder? I don't know what I'm looking for, but I'm here.