Writing has always been a big part of my life. I didn't have the happiest childhood and writing helped me process everything that was going on and deal with the strong emotions I was constantly experiencing.


At first I got a diary and wrote a little every day. But I felt the need to share my thoughts with other people. I never had many friends and my mum was not the easiest person to talk to. That's when I started blogging, and it quickly became my favorite thing to do. I used to spend hours finding the best photos and music for my posts, typing and changing everything a hundred times before publishing. Gaining a few viewers and finding nice comments gave me the confidence and support I so much needed.


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I got another hit when my mum and stepdad decided to move to the UK. I was 15 at the time. So we all packed our bags and embarked in this new adventure. Though for me it was far from being an adventure. It was nothing but a massive  life change that left me confused and even lonelier than before. Here I was in a brand new world with a brand new language to learn and no friends. Again, writing was my help, my crutch.

But so many years went by and life became busy. I got my first job, moved in with my partner. Writing changed from being this important part of my every day life, and became a weekend hobby.
I was struggling with another problem: my maternal language was left at a 15 year old level, and my english was not good enough to express my thoughts. I couldn't write in either.

I started reading everything I could get my hands on, trying to improve my vocabulary to be able to verbalize what was in my head. But every time I tried to make a post I would get frustrated and quickly give up. Plus the thought of starting a new blog, the struggle to get anyone to know it exists and read it was overwhelming.

It had been almost a year since I wrote anything when my fiance brought up Steemit. I made an account and began writing. Didn't even think about it. And it came to me easily - no struggle, no frustration. Now I have this enthusiasm to write and to share that I haven't felt in such a long time, and I'm just starting to realize how much I always needed this and how important it is to me.


So thank you Steemit. And all of you guys. Trully, THANK YOU!