She writes. Writes of the good memories and the not so great memories. She writes about the sad moments and the happy ones.
She writes because it is the only thing that makes her feel.
Even when she feels alone or isolated she actually feels.
When she becomes numb to it all is when things get dark and scary.
So she writes for all the reasons listed and more because, as she looks back on her writings, she either smiles or she cries. She smiles because she can get through the tough shit and cries because she never thought she would.
And still, she will write. Even if there is a break – writing will always hold her soul.