“I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I remember as a kid telling my mum that I was going to be a journalist. When I was old enough to decide what I wanted to study, I was constantly told that writers don’t earn well. I took the marketing route and never looked back.

Years later, I found myself in a very desperate and lost place. A dark hole with no light. I couldn’t see where I was going. I did the only thing I knew how and I wrote. I wrote a letter to someone, to something, perhaps God? I don’t know. But I wrote. And I wrote hard. I had since forgotten about the letter, I had moved on.

Another 3 years had passed and one day I found it. And you know what? Every tiny detail in that letter that I had begged for had come true… from my father’s rehabilitation right down to the last cent of my income. Manifestation? Maybe. Prayer? Maybe. Either way, writing isn’t just what I like to do anymore, writing saved my life. “


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