Why I Write

The seeds of doubt were planted at a young age. I can’t tell you exactly when, but I know it started in childhood. I was lead to believe I wasn’t capable, that I would struggle in this life.

In particular, concerns surrounded my abilities in English. At first, my parents worried that I had a hearing problem. They believed this stunted my development. Later they had me tested for dyslexia.

I’m not, of course. It just happened to be one of my weaknesses. And I just happened to be different. I’ve always been a daydreamer, a wanderer by nature.

Languages, the English language – spelling, grammar – has never come naturally to me. But that has never been the problem. The problem was I didn’t believe, and because I didn’t believe, I didn’t try. I internalised that belief and thought, “What’s the point?”

“I’m no good, so why bother?”

Unfortunately, that belief took root at a much deeper level than my English proficiency.

Problems really started in adolescence – at the age of 13 – when I was first offered drugs. I didn’t say yes because I was curious. I didn’t say yes because I thought it was cool. I didn’t say yes as a form of rebellion. I said yes because I was afraid.

I took drugs because I was too scared to say no.

So began some of the most challenging years of my life. At first, it was fun, but I soon felt trapped. At one point, I was smoking pot every single day. I suffered from intense bouts of anxiety that I hid from everyone. Depression soon followed. 

I sank deep into my shell.

I knew I needed help, but I didn’t know how to ask for it. I was too afraid to speak up. So I drowned silently. It came to a head when a friend of mine was caught in possession of my drugs.

I was made to make a choice that day. When the deputy headmaster sat us down in his office, he asked me if I had also been using. He said I can’t help you if you’re not honest.

I was so scared at that moment. I wanted to tell the truth, but I was afraid of the repercussions. The thought of breaking my parent’s hearts broke my own. Yet, I also feared what would happen if I didn’t tell the truth.

While fighting back the tears, I admitted the truth.

It proved to be one of the most pivotal moments of my life. I was suspended, but the deputy headmaster held true to his word. No permanent record was kept. He honoured my honesty by protecting my future. How different my life would look now had I lied.

Honesty hurts to begin with, but in the long run it will set you free.

During those years, I sat my GCSEs. I didn’t care about my grades. I didn’t care about what future I had. I simply wanted to escape the hell I found myself in. As a result, I didn’t put much effort in. 

My results came as a surprise.

I landed 4 A’s, 6 B’s and an E (in German). I was far more competent than I gave myself credit. English language and English literature were the biggest surprises. Had it not been for one teacher, in particular, my grades would have been very different.

She taught the class with the top peers in our age group. Except she did something a little different. She took several students who were really struggling from the lowest level and placed us in hers. She had me sit in the front row.

She was petrifying, which helped. I was made to apply myself. I remember she believed I had a voice. She pushed me to do a lot of public speaking – which also scared the bejesus out of me!

My coursework marks steadily improved over the two years she taught me. Still, my coursework barely averaged a C. This made the final results even more surprising. Following our final examinations, I ended up with B’s in English language and English literature. I must have aced those exams to achieve those grades.

They’re my proudest grades from secondary school.

What she proved was more important, even if it didn’t fully register until years later. She showed that if I chose to apply myself, I was more than capable. She planted the seeds of self-belief that would bear fruit many years later.

To my English teacher, wherever you are, thank you.

I didn’t pursue English for A levels. It wasn’t for me. I also lacked clarity. As a result, I took a random collection of subjects. Art (the one subject I truly loved), Biology, History, and Geography.

I dropped Art halfway through my A levels despite getting an A. I dropped it for the wrong reasons – because no one else took it seriously. It would be an entire decade before I started drawing again. 

Somewhere along the way, I forgot.

Doing something simply because you love it is enough. More than enough.

History was the subject I went on to take at University. I took it because my parents were adamant that I should go to University and get a degree. I took it out of preference, not because I truly loved it. The truth is I only enjoyed aspects of it.

I later realised that what I really enjoyed was applying lessons from what history has to teach us about living life. What I was really interested in was philosophy.

During University, I fell in love with a French lady. In the second year, she asked me to edit much of her coursework. She studied media and communications. I didn’t just edit her work; I rewrote large chunks of it.

I loved it. 

I found I had a knack for drawing conclusions. I loved finishing with the right words. I realised there was an art to it. Between her coursework and my own, these skills developed.

Then she broke my heart. I finished my degree and forgot about this.

After University, I was clear about one thing. One thing I had always been clear about. A deep longing in my heart to travel the world.

So I applied for a cadetship offered by the airline I now work for. For the airline my father used to work for. He was keen, provided I was serious about it. So he took me flying. I didn’t look back.

And so followed the last 12 years of my life. 

There was a big break where I didn’t write. Several years passed while learning to fly and traveling the world before I decided to pick up a pen again.

One of my hobbies is traveling through cuisine. Anthony Bourdain has long been a personal hero of mine. Inspired by him, I put together a blog documenting my travels. 

I enjoyed it for a while, but that passion started to wane as depression and anxiety took a firmer grip.

This came to a head during another pivotal moment of my life. I froze up while trying to land during my Junior First Officer training. The training captain had to take control and go around as a result.

That scarred me deeply.

Added to the list of depression and anxiety, I had PTSD to contend with too. I remember flying approaches for years afterwards where my heart would beat so hard, it felt like it was going to break through my chest.

So many times, I wanted to quit. I wanted to throw in the towel. Those demons screamed at me. “GET OUT! YOU CAN’T! YOU’RE A FRAUD! YOU’RE NOT CAPABLE!”

I kept going.

Part of me refused to give in. I was so sick of those voices. Overcoming and passing my Junior First Officer upgrade was something I felt I had to do. So, I worked harder than I ever have in my entire life.

My demons started to drive me.

9 months on from that day, I was upgraded to First Officer. It meant everything to me at the time. I thought that was it. I thought that would be enough to finally put those voices to bed.

I was wrong.

It wasn’t until the birth of my first child 3 years ago that I finally sought professional help. At a low moment, I broke down. Once again, my demons were screaming at me. Telling me I couldn’t parent. That my boy deserved better. The guilt overwhelmed me, and I cried and cried.

Afterward, I felt a deep peace I’d not known in years. I knew exactly what I had to do. I picked up the phone and called for help.

This time I was ready. 

The following 4 months of therapy were difficult, emotional, and liberating all at the same time, but I didn’t hold back. In doing so, I finally gained the clarity I needed. In seeing my demons in the light, they lost their power.

The fog of depression finally started to lift.

Shortly afterwards, the pandemic hit, and I was left grounded. I used the time to do something I’d not done since I dropped Art during my A levels.

I started drawing.

And because I was feeling particularly creative – BECAUSE THAT’S WHO I AM – I started writing again. I put together a children’s book. I went to a publisher who loved it. Last summer, I became a published author. 

How do you like them apples?

At the same time, I started blogging. This time I had a different motivation. I spoke from my core. It felt like a spark had ignited something inside. I felt possessed. My intuition kept telling me to keep going. It’s leading somewhere. I don’t where yet, but it is.

It has.

My writing has given me clarity about what I want to do next. I will be starting an online degree in psychology next year with a long-term view of changing careers. I also have an idea for a number of books I plan to write.

Once again, I hear my demons screaming. Telling me not to do it. That I can’t. That I’m making a big mistake.

There’s a difference this time. 

My relationship has changed. I know those voices will be with me till the day I die. It that doesn’t phase me anymore. Honestly, I smile. I realise I don’t want those voices to go away. You see, they’re a guide. A powerful one telling me which direction to go in. What obstacles I must take on.  

Those voices also remind me of all the pain and suffering I’ve gone through. They keep it close to my heart. That’s want I want. To use that to help others who are suffering as I have. To give meaning to my pain by helping others with theirs. 

And so, as I sit at another crossroads in my life – as I build towards my second career – I keep writing. This time I won’t ever stop. Even though it continues to scare me – every single time I hit that publish button. 

I see it now.

I now know why it has to be this way. I was meant to write my way out. It’s poetry in motion.

You see the seeds of doubt that were planted at such a young age. The demons that have plagued me my whole life. They all stemmed from a lack of faith in my ability to overcome one of my biggest weaknesses.

That’s why I write.

For the boy inside who was lead to doubt himself. Who was told he couldn’t. Who was told he would struggle.

I write for every child who suffered under the weight of their fears, for everyone whose fears have been used against them in the cruelest possible way.

I write because I can. I write because I know that you can too.

I write to call myself a writer and be called a writer, because that means more to me than words could ever convey. 

The question I have is, why do you? 

57 thoughts on “Why I Write

  • Thank you for sharing this deeply moving post and testimonial, AP.

    I am very glad and thankful that you found your voice and that you are sharing it through your writing. You have a unique perspective to share with this world and it inspires others.

    What a difference a good teacher makes, eh? It just takes one to change the course of your confidence and life. Glad you found one!

    Anthony Bourdain is a wonderful and inspiring individual. He, too, as you know struggles in this life. So I am glad that you continue to work through your struggles in a constructive and positive way.

    Thanks indeed for this uplifting Monday post!

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    • Hey Ab! A good teacher is everything. My German teacher was awful and my grades refelcted that too. My English teacher on the other hand was amazing. Simply believing in your pupils can have a profound effect. Have a great week Ab – and thank you for alwasy taking the time to read and comment. 🙂🙏


  • Thanks for sharing your difficult journey, but what resilience you have found! I’ve had quite a few careers, but creativity has always been a needed part of my life – art in some form or another, most recently photography, writing to get my thoughts out and to express the beauty I find in the world and inspiration of travel and exploring other cultures. The difficulty I experienced in both of my marriages, I realized much later, was in part due to the stifling of that creativity. I’ve found it’s essential to keep the turbulence down.

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    • I find creatitivty to be a necessary outlet too. Like you, I found that stifling that creative expression was like negelcecting a large part of who I am. Thank you so much Ruth. I appreicate your kind words. 🙏

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  • I posted a very long comment, but somehow WP didn’t want it.
    That’s life. Unexpected.
    I just want to say ‘Thank You’ for sharing this.
    It means a lot to many people including me. We all suffer alone, but healing doesn’t have to be lonely or difficult.
    Keep writing and flying high! 🙂

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  • So inspiring. You have captured all your life and efforts in beautiful words. I am glad that finally you are at peace with your inner voices and you have finally found what you are passionate about. This is the real success. All of this happened because you never gave up and you remained steadfast in your resolve.
    Have a great day ❤️

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    • Hi Ingrid! Absolutely – it’s those teachers in our life that make all the difference. I was lucky to go to a school with a number of wonderful teachers who helped shape my future. I agree – writing is a neccesary form of perosnal therapy. Thanky you for taking the time to read/your kind words. I hope you’re well 🙂🙏

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  • Thank you so much for this post AP2. I was touched and deeply moved reading this as so many parts were relatable.  I’m so glad you found your voice and what a beautiful writer you are. I’m so thankful to have found writing/poetry as a creative realise (I recently wrote a post about people pleasing and not being able to say no).What an inspirational post and keep following your dreams ❤🙏

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    • Always my pleasure Bernie. Thank you. I’m pleased it resonated. Learnig to say no isn’t well taught by most parents. We teach our children to simply obey instead of teaching them to take responsibilty themselves. I will keep following my dreams. You too Bernie 🙏

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      • No man “or woman” is an island.

        IDK if it’s that “fragile male ego” thing I was always told about when I was younger but the fact that you reached out for help and were also able to receive it makes you a welcome exception to that “rule”. If my ex-husband, who I believe bore scars similar to yours from wounds inflicted by his parents’ low expectations, had been able to take that route we might still be together.

        I’ve never considered myself to be an especially creative person but I’ve always loved to read and write.

        Thinking about it now in response to your question, I’d say the reason I write is to explain to my children why I am the way I am now. They can do with those lessons what they want. Both of them have already learned to say no but one is better at it than the other. The one with the issue is my “mini-me” so I will give her some time to get there because it took me a while, too.


  • Wow. Raw and vulnerable. Funny how our best writing emerges from vulnerability. I hear you about the fear of hitting ‘publish’. Thanks for making me feel I am not alone with that whole ‘imposter syndrome’ thing😉

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    • I competely agree Sue – the courage to express ourselves openly – to pour our heart onto a page always makes for the best writing. We all expirence imposter syndrome – the truth is we like to pretend we have it figured out, when none of us really do. All we can do is hold steady and believe we will find our way. You’re definately not alone. 🙂🙏

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  • Such a great post. I myself draw meaning from the work I put into writing. Calling yourself a writer because you’ve published, have earned money, or are famous, isn’t really what it’s about. It’s about renewing your vows to write every day, of always taking the steps to become a writer that you respect, of putting in enough work that when you call yourself a writer, you don’t feel like a sham.

    And I guess that’s why I write. Anyway, thanks for this lovely piece!

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    • Hey Stuart – thank you! I believe the more meaningful you find something – or, the more meaning you can give an expirecene (whether negative or positive) the more fulfilling you will find it. You’re an amazing writer Stuart – no doubt in my mind that’s exactly what you are, and that you are doing it for the right reasons. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Means a lot. Have a great week 🙏


  • So so good. I was always a “good” writer. Always got As in those classes. Then I went on to get my Master’s degree. My advisor shredded my writing. I was shocked but in the end so very grateful. He was my toughest critic and biggest cheerleader. The absolute best combination. Your story reminded me if that… so inspirational ♥️

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    • I think we need someone like that. Someone who pushes us – who knows we can do and be much more – otherwise we end up settling for “good enough.” We can always be better. Thank you Kathay. Pretty much my life story in a nutshell. Wishing you well 🙏🙂


  • I, too, had an English teacher in school who didn’t push but encouraged me to develop myself skills in the language. However it took a long time to develop self belief or even be confident about my writing. I think though, Ive finally managed to reach that space. I write because I love it. Thanks for sharing your journey, it’s so relatable.

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    • Hi Diti Sen. I’m glad to hear you’ve gained more confidence in yourself and your writing. Thank you so much for the kind words/sharing your thoughts. Wishing you well 🙏🙂


  • I frequently say I write music to call myself a songwriter, or play music to call myself a musician, make art to call myself an artist, and most recently, write to call myself a writer. I’m glad to see someone else say it! But WHY do we want to be called musicians, artists, and writers? I feel like there’s something negative there, like we’re romanticizing the label of what we could be, so we’re doing the work so we can be that thing. Wouldn’t it be more authentic if we wrote because we needed to write, if we didn’t care about the label? Are wanting to be called a writer and simply loving to write mutually exclusive or necessarily inclusive? I love your blog btw 🙂

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    • I think you raise an excellent point about he need for validation via the weight we attach to certain labels. Ultimately none of us are “writers” or “pilots” or “artists”. They’re just job titles. Things we do. Roles we assume. The only thing we really are is human. Sometimes we have to drop the labels to see that. Wonderful point – thank you for making me think and for taking the time to read/comment. I appreciate your kind words. 🙂🙏

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  • This was a beautifully written post – bravo! Thank goodness you had an understanding head teacher and that life has led you to where you are now. Sometimes I wonder if my life has been a waste of time with frequent battles with chronic mental illness and no fantastic job resume. My blog allows me to share my love of writing with my friends. Keep up the good fight!

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    • I’ve been very lucky in many respects. Certain individuals that have helped me on my journey. I only want to do the same for others. Ultimately job resumes don’t matter. People won’t remember what you did, only how you made them feel. What matters most is dealing with the hand you’ve been dealt and living according to your values to the best of your ability today. Mental illness is a very difficult burden to bear. That you have an outlet you love and can share with friends is no small thing. These things bring meaning and are worth living for. For what it’s worth your words mean something to me Kerry. Wishing you well 🙏

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    • Thank you Ash! Yes, I struggled big time. Technology has helped save me from embarrassment when it comes to spelling and grammar. But I’m getting better. Ultimately I write because I love the craft. Hopefully that shows. Thank you for leaving such kind words. Wishing you well 🙏


  • This is very powerful! I hope you will include it in your new books, plus in the “About the author section!

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    • I think this is one of the best pieces I’ve written. It’s certainly my favourite. That’s a great idea to use in the about the author section Tamara! Thank you 🙂🙏

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