Because the words inside you deserve more than a few fleeting seconds Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Eugene Chystiakov on Unsplash My story with writing begins exactly as the title suggests: as a form of therapy. I was a sensitive and extremely shy child, and today, nearing 40, I still struggle with these traits. When I was little, all the critical voices around me turned into words on the page. Writing saved me then and it has kept saving me ever since. I carried this form of therapy forward, even publishing poems as a child. It saved me when I decided not to pursue architecture. Amid all that uncertainty about my future, there was one constant: writing. So I did what I knew and loved most: I applied to journalism school. A professor there once told me something I’ve never forgotten: “Write as much and as often as you can, because that will always save you.” I’ve returned to that phrase countless times.…