I keep my pens and pads close...

My thoughts come in waves. So to capture them, I have to be ready. If I'm not ready thoughts slip away into the thin air around me.

At home, it's easy for me to write. I have the space and privacy for my thoughts to flow.

While I am away from home, I have to stay ready. When caught off guard, precious thoughts and concepts escape.

I never imagined myself as a writer. Now I can't imagine how I got through life without writing.

Yes... Some of it is sheer entertainment. The rest are the true essence of my self. This is after all prescribed therapy. Medication for my mind.

A way to practice concentration. A way to record the haunting thoughts and memories that have been locked away in my head for years. Taunting me. In the form dreams, visions or nightmares. A way to escape the bondage of my PTSD symptoms. If only for the moment.

I keep my pens and pads close...

I never know when a thought might come into view.

Why I Write©
EdwinBrown9®™
6/13/15