Reasons for writing

So why do it then? I think if you're a person whose sense of self is not very strong, writing makes things real - that's definitely how my journal works for me, and also I need to write things down to know what I think - the very act is in itself helpful in clarifying and analysing my emotions, thoughts and reactions to life events and interactions with people. Reading other people's writing has always helped me to make sense of my own life and one would have to hope that the reverse would be true.....

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