Fables: My First Method of Writing

There's a saying, "Writers remember everything."

I was seven when I first started writing, when I first started to enjoy something since the age of five. Since the age I was torn apart for being a child who knew absolutely nothing or how to help oneself.

Mom was sure something was wrong with me, how could there not be? A child who never once spoke to their family members, who never once spoke in school-to anyone until the age of 13. How brightly she smiled when she saw that I could get lost in reading books or writing stories for her to read. I believe that is when it truly started, my cry for help.

Growing up, there was a method of writing I always secured. As a child, I learned to write about my pain-but because it started as a child, I often merged my pain in relation with childish stories. Like fables, that was how I wrote about the shards that cut deep into my heart. I wrote stories about my pain, putting myself as a character in the story-usually as an animal. Without making my pain too clear, I added symbols that needed to be deciphered so no one would actually know what I was directly thinking.

As a child, writing had always soothed me. But how hard it must have been to want to write about my pain clearly, to tell someone-anyone, about my pain clearly. To try and give up almost instantly because it was too painful to write clearly my pain. To remember clearly.

But it wasn't as hard, when no one knew what I was actually saying.