At ten years old, through an assignment given by a teacher, I realized that I wanted to write for the rest of my life. I was always a little lost, unsure of my place in the world but when I put pen to paper, I created worlds where I could be whoever and whatever I wanted to be. The same thing is true now, though I’ve ventured to more than just fiction short stories. I braved my entrance into poetry, pouring every tear, every smile onto the lines. I have been told that my work has helped to bring light to others’ darkness, dragged out emotions that some tried to hide. So now I know what my purpose is, I have been placed here to write a world into creation that others just as lost, just as emotionally homeless can live and thrive. I want to write, for the rest of my life; I have to. I am studying to be a psychologist as of right now which helps me to be exposed to the many theories of personality development and healing which I have learned has helped to broaden my horizons and strengthened my writing. Once i have my degree I want to work to get my writing published so I can share myself with the world.