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My Pen Became My Medicine: How Writing Poetry Saved Me When Nothing Else Could
Poetry has allowed me to share my thoughts and emotions freely, without feeling attached to or defined by them.
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There’s something to be said about the healing power of poetry. Intuitively, I knew of its impact from a very young age.
Growing up, I’d lock myself in my room on a Friday night and open a journal in my cozy creative corner, Christmas lights strung for the ambiance. Inspired by the singer-songwriters of my generation, I’d draft lyrics for hours about my personal life: my struggles with OCD, feeling like I didn’t fit in, my introversion, and the deep, aching sadness that plagued me for as long as I could remember.
They always say the best artists are tortured souls, and in many ways, I believe this to be true. But I don’t necessarily think you must suffer to be a good artist. More so, I think many artists just so happen to experience an immense amount of pain, turning to their art as a form of healing.
Perhaps we’re more sensitive than other people—more in tune with our emotions, more moved by our experiences. And perhaps, our art is our outlet. For me, that art is........