Why I Write on Medium

Or anywhere else, for that matter

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Chronic Depression and Existential Angst

Years of therapy and examination of my family’s history have helped me realize that my lifelong depression is just that: a genetic condition that existed from birth. They have also helped me understand that it isn’t a personal failure, or that I’m somehow less of a person because of it.

Writing is my therapy

Art therapy is a recognized and accepted form of therapy. I have yet to find any publication that offers the same recognition to writing; nevertheless, it is, for me, the only form of therapy that has worked for me for the past several decades.

When the right words don’t come

When I struggle to express myself, when I argue over which word to use, even when I’m not sure where to begin a new paragraph — these are the times I know my writing is honest. I produce my best work when I’m in pain.

Turning weaknesses into strengths

It might sound trite, but long ago I read somewhere that when life puts rocks in our way, we decide whether to see them as stumbling blocks or stepping stones.

My ADHD as a resource

One coping skill I’ve developed over the years is to look on my problems as advantages. When it comes to my ADHD, I view my inability to hold a single thought for more than a few seconds as a resource.

In summary

I wasn’t sure where this story was going, but I did manage to force myself to stay on point until the end. It’s how I cope, and why I write. Your mileage may vary. Please see my Standard Disclaimer.

A Transwoman who writes about whatever comes to mind on any given day: Memoirs, Haiku, philosophy, and random weirdness.