A wonderful essay by Shateek Palmer, a young man who turned to writing to cope with a difficult life:
The first time I ever wrote about my feelings was when my grandmother was placed in the hospital. I was 9 years old. I knew I had to be strong for her, so I wrote about how much I loved her. I wrote in a notebook because I didn’t want to show my feelings to other people….
To this day, I still write in a notebook, usually three pages every night before bed. It takes two to three weeks to fill up a notebook, and I have a stack of notebooks next to my dresser, starting from when I was 10.
I hope Shateek fills many more stacks of notebooks, hopefully with happier things than they’ve held so far.