If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
My senior year in college I stopped writing completely. That was in 1999 and I didn’t write again until 2006. Those seven years were among some of the most unhappy years of my life. I wasn’t just depressed, I was frustrated and itchy and couldn’t get any relief. It was like my mind was a horrible wool sweater I was forced to wear in the middle of July.