My journey about my writing has came natural. I am not very good at writing but I love to write if that makes any sense. I express a lot about my personal life when writing. I scraped by in school, I have not been in high school since 2006, that's when I graduated. My childhood was not all rainbows and butterflies, I never really had a support system growing up. School was simply for hanging out with my friends and escaping reality, possibly that's why I loved it. I remember being in third grade, and my favorite elementary teacher, Mrs. Reinhart. She had grey hair was tall and skinny, and about 50 years old. This teacher had a soft, calming voice so whenever she spoke everyone listened. She was well respected by many. One day she gave each of her classmates, including me, a journal to write in daily. We got to choose what we wrote about, and sometimes my writing would be silly monster pictures I drew because I had writers block. She expressed to us how much it helped her to cope with life changes and she wanted to pass it on. From that point on, that is when I started my writing skills. The power of writing became my norm. Anything that effected me went straight into that journal. Lets just say she learned a lot about my life that year.   
  Jumping ahead now that I am in college, college has brought a new light to me about writing. Back in high school I recall taking a creative writing class and I was able to express things more in depth then. I don't recall writing a lot in elementary or middle school or learning about the different writing essays. I struggled with that for years. Writing was never a huge part of my life, until I hit more of adult years. And even now I second guess myself on my writing. Truth is I was more fascinated with art and creativity therefore; I spent most my time painting and drawing and listening to music when I was younger. Music led me to write when I was sad, happy, upset and frustrated, but I would write during the negatives of my life. Depending on the type of music I listened to, it reflected on how my writing turned out. Strange isn't it? Journaling growing up was a way to let my mind escape reality and be at ease. Now I write complete stories and try for more positive ones.