I remember when I started writing expressively at around 15 years old. I did it alot. On napkins and receipts and shit. I used to keep everything. Had it hidden away but the fear took over that people would discover them. So I burned them when I was roughly 25 years old. 

I'm now 36 years old chronologically. I haven't written as much since then. Off and on I would do it but I'd make a couple pages worth and again destroy them afterwards.
 I'm my soul...I am much older. Some would agree that I am one of the nicest girls with one of the biggest hearts and has a beautiful smile. But underneath it all, I struggle with mental illness, have become terribly familiar with the processes of treatment and know exactly how to reach out for help. I know how to help others as well. I'm empathic. This does neither help or hurt me being an empath. I'm old enough and deep enough to understand the importance of life and love. Contentment and boundaries. I've had to establish so much within myself over the years that I feel I am at the best point in my life. 
 I'm in a wonderful relationship that I can constantly aware of every move I make. Consider everything. But it's because of him that I've been able to experience more in my life the past 4 months than I have in at least an entire decade. 
I am also a huge supporter in THC use. It has helped me be a better person overall despite having other conditions it has helped me with the battle every day. I am transparent with most things. I get randomly creative in which I can write out entire scenarios and make them as vivid as possible for you. Just messing around so to speak. I will most likely be high. Trust me with this. 
That's all I have for now. I suppose when the mood strikes I'll start writing. I'm honestly unsure if I'll actually stick to using this app so we'll see where it goes.