I’m Writing For My Life

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I go days without air touching my skin. When I settle in front of my computer every morning, no light is shining through the windows. A glass of water and a cup of tea are my only companions. This has been my routine since I first started writing for my life.

In many ways, I’ve been blessed. I’ve always known that I wanted to be an author. My mother told me I was fake reading magazines at three years old. By eight, I had…