Why I write

 Now, it's been a while since I wrote a long array of blogs. No judgey. But, writing brings back good thoughts. Writing brings back that feeling of relief knowing that someone somewhere could read what I have to say, if they would just search for 'Anjali Paruvu Opinions'. Isn't that on your search history?

Anyhoo, I wanted to put into words what makes me want to articulate the flying mess of consonants and vowels into blogs with short, simple sentences. All my life, I have had thoughts (big shocker, Anjali!). Wacky ones, funny ones, mean ones, sad ones, and a lot of question ones. These question ones were questions I thought no one cares about. Or if they had thought it, they would have thought it was unimportant and left it alone, right? How could I have a question no one thought of? I'm no genius. 

But, the more questions I left unasked, the more thoughts I leftunspoken, the more injustices I didn't protest, the worse I felt. And it never even clicked for me. Not sharing MY opinion, asking MY questions became involuntary. I felt this itch. All day, multiple days at times. This itch that I didn't say it. I would stay up thinking about it at night. 'But if you said this and she said that and then, but forget it, that's stupid!'

It was probably when I started my blog that I began to feel better. I felt heard. I could actually tell people what I thought. The more I wrote about what I felt and what I say, the more confident I became in what I believed in, in who I was. I don't feel afraid of what people will think of me or how I will be questioned. Because, I like questions. And, I like who I am.

The reason I write is for me. Me and me and me only, at its roots. Sure, social justice sometimes, throw in some activism. But, the reason I write is because it gives me peace. 

Peace Out!