I started writing when I was about six years old when my parents got divorced. At first it was a mandatory thing that I had to do through some counseling that I had to do. I would write down every night things that were on my mind or questions that I had and I would bring them to my next session. This went on for about two years until I no longer had to go, however the writing never stopped but slowed. I wrote mostly out of necessity for a long time occasionally going back to keep some sort of journal sporadically when I needed to. It would usually get stowed away in a little cubby that I had made below the stairs that come down to my room.
My gained an appreciation for writing because of the way it would allow me to release and put to words truly what I was feeling when I needed to, during times that I did not want to talk to people, but still had to get things out. I had an outlet that I would have probably never thought of on my own. Having that as an outlet in high school is actually what made me get more interested in writing. I used some of the things I had learned from expressing my thought on paper for class to put more emotion into some of the things that we were required to write. This helped to grow my enjoyment of writing for a purpose other than my own personal benefit.