English was a subject I wasn’t too fond of in school. My elementary school teachers put me in ESL because English wasn’t my first language; Urdu was. However, what annoyed me about ESL was how I already knew English. I just happened to have an accent at the time. Therefore, I didn’t get the most positive start in the learning process.
My writing skills finally began to progress in grades 6 and 7. We did short story units, poetry units, and book reports in those grades. For one group project, my group and I had to do a book report on “Stargirl” and showcase one of the skills we learned in our units. I chose to write a poem about Stargirl in the group, and holy, was it painful and funny to look back on.
I guess I didn’t know how to spell that time or make sense of a storyline. But now, I don’t know what I would do without writing as an outlet.
I am a natural overthinker, and writing helps me get all my thoughts on paper so they don’t bombard me. For example, before writing this blog post, I was overthinking, so I had to sit with myself and type away to release some of my stress.
One can call writing a healthy coping mechanism, but I share some of what I write or my poetry because I know someone can relate to it. Even if it impacts one person, I know I have done my job.
In the future, I want to invest in a typewriter because they look super aesthetic but also because I want to see my words print out on paper in real time, and I think it will add a nice touch to my blog posts or Instagram posts moving forward.