I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me... I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell, because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life... I write out of hurt and how to make hurt okay; how to make myself strong and come home, and it may be the only real home I'll ever have. Natalie Goldberg
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When Sylvia Plath wrote, “I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me. I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell, because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life... I write out of hurt and how to make hurt okay; how to make myself strong and come home, and it may be the only real home I'll ever have," she was saying that writing is a way for her to work through all of the pain in her soul. She writes in an effort to feel better.

Source: Writing Down The Bones: Freeing The Writer Within

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