Growing up I would unload in journals and diaries. Sharing events, important memories. I would write poems and even the occasional short stories. Using my alter ego to identify my persona. Even as a young adult my writing carried on ,though I never saw it as more than a Hobbie or way to cope.    For me writing and music have always been an outlet. A means to escape, inspiration, a language. For the last 15 yrs or so… give or take my inspiration well ran dry due to a series of traumatic events. Then to add insult to injury life in general got in the way. I became afraid…