Finding Myself in Fiction: How Writing Became My Cure

There was a time when silence felt louder than words. The noise of the world, the expectations, the chaos, all of it left me searching for something I couldn’t name. I didn’t find it in the Marines, and I didn’t find it in the bright lights of Los Angeles. I found it in the quiet, in the solitude of Oregon, in writing.

Writing began as a simple escape, a place where I could put all the voices in my head into stories. Over time, it became more than therapy; it became identity. Each character I wrote, each flawed hero or desperate villain, reflected something about me that I had ignored for years.

It’s strange how fiction has the power to tell the truth. Through speculative worlds and tragic endings, I started to heal. The process of writing taught me that our pain doesn’t define us; it shapes us. Every story I write now carries a part of that truth, a message hidden between the lines for those who need to hear it most.

If you’ve ever felt lost in your own story, maybe it’s time to write a new chapter. Join me as I explore how fiction can be a mirror to our souls, and if you’re ready, step into the world of Memory, Memory, Go Away. You might just find a piece of yourself there.