It may not be writing for you, and you may not even consider yourself creative (though to be human is to be creative) but if you listen for that yearning under the actions and obligations of your daily existence, it will be there, waiting for you.
… it’s not my fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not our fault. We’re not victims. We’re not survivors. We’re human beings who’ve been through some fucking awful shit. Some of the worst. We experienced some of the most obscene acts of depravation one human being is capable of inflicting upon another.