I won’t compare myself to Van Gogh or Amy Winehouse, but in my own personal experience, the quality of my writing is in direct correlation with the depth of my suffering. When I’m happy or cheerful or content in life, I’m seldom inspired to write anything.
That’s when the good stuff comes out – when I’m feeling empty and worthless and eternally heartbroken. That’s when the fears and insecurities come flying through my fingertips like lightning bolts and strike the keys on this laptop and a small bit of magic occurs.
I’m able to somewhat articulate my feelings – and even if it’s only for me, even if no one ever reads them – they’re no longer bottled up. It’s cheaper than a shrink, that’s for sure.
— Adam Frazier
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