I write because it frees my spirit; I write for through doing so I discover the world.
I write and read my thoughts to myself and others.
I have a mental illness; I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia effective.
It has changed my fate; it has altered my thinking, it has clouded my dreams.
Nevertheless, I write.
I speak through paper to reach out and touch another human being; another soul, another individual, another spirit, a friend, a stranger, a neighbor, a fellow human being within society.
I write to spread hope and give vision to those who may feel all is lost, and whom may feel dismay, feeling shadows of sorrow along with depression and deep hopelessness.
Don’t give up; don’t give in, don’t stop trying, don’t stop praying.
Because if you don’t stop growing it will change. Fate will change and you will be able to find hope. And within this pathway of misery the hope you find may be the only light which causes you to live.
Then you too will learn what I’ve learned when I write.