Writing is my least favorite thing. Everytime I get in front of a keyboard to reply to questions or write an essay, I can feel my confidence shrink. Everytime I get frustrated over a prompt or essay, I feel myself die a bit inside and try to shrink away from the world around me and hope everyone will look away or disappear. I turn back into a child as I hear my fathers open threats of “I’ll give you something to cry about”. I struggle with writing because there is technically no one answer, and it makes me feel extremely small when I cannot even think of one. I am often praised for my writing skill and told to share it with the world, but when I hear it, I only feel disappointed. It makes me want to shrink away from everyone who reads my work because it makes me feel like a fraud. If I could shrink away from the crowd or disappear from the writing community, only then could I actually feel free and not suffocate from the growing shame I feel as I continue to shrink away in the empty words I lay on the empty page.
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