I write because of my depressive tendencies. I write because it doesn't come all at once - it creeps and slithers, latches on at every sign of weakness. You wake up one day and livings gotten hard. Getting out of bed is hard. Eating is hard. Staying away from a blade is hard but - you don't even remember ever previously having such an intense itch for blade on skin and red stained wrists.  and the depression consumes you. - You soon realize that it can't be escaped not even when your sleep and all you want so badly is to sleep forever would be nice but - it's slithered into your dreams. - I write because connecting with people on a level that grips their heart and makes them feel something whether it be pleasure or pain is something I want to do every single day.