I’ve written love letters, letters to my future self, letters to the editor, and letters to the daughter I’ll probably never get around to having. For better or for worse, I’ve become my own therapist over the years through writing. I’ve written my way out of heartbreak, out of loss, out of disappointment. When I’m stuck or unsure, I often just write until I find an answer. I haven’t found all of them yet, so I’ll probably keep writing.
