Let's start to write again! (English Version)
I remember that as a child, and while trying to understand my fears, challenges and sufferings, I created texts and poetry expressing what I felt. It was my own therapy. In the midst of the solitude of suffering I thought, here I can say what I want, let go of the deepest desires and feelings of my soul. No one will judge me or understand exactly how I felt or writing made me feel, but writing has always freed me from that emptiness, pain, or what I lived. I don't know exactly where that part of me went to write. I don't know exactly where everything changed. It went away with time as I had new experiences, and my life was filled with new people and new things to do. I don't know. I don't know if it was when I realized that God was bigger than everything in my life and that filled me with hope. I don't know if when I thought about him, and I learned about prayer, I then threw all my pain, and asked for his help so that I could carry my challenges and make it light
