I realised tonight during my walk, that I had developed an almost visceral need to use my creativity this past year. I started this blog last year in March. I made a few short videos, took hundreds of photos, and wrote, wrote, wrote. Yes, I’ve always considered myself to be somewhat creative, but this was different. This desire I had to create all the time felt driven by something else – and it was. I used my writing as a coping mechanism, and the photos and videos I took felt necessary to my survival. Yes, it really was that extreme.