Being a Helper

Bringing people together, holding space for someone else pain, or even patting someone on the back, can change someone's day, and fulfill a passion.  

My passion in life is being the best person I can be. To be the women my mom has raised, I love to help people out of there problems by guiding them with my advice. Doing so makes me feel good inside; knowing that I can help someone through their problems they are going through. To give them advice I would take myself, if I were in their position. Everyone has a passion in life, if it’s to become a successful man or women in their carrier or to be a stay at home parent for their family that they chose to have. Mine is to help other people, always making sure that person has someone to talk to, someone to see their point of view. I love when my sister comes to me with her problems because I love the feeling of knowing what I’m saying or doing is helping her to be in a better state of mind. To help her through whatever is bothering her, or even if it’s as simple as her having a bad day. I will be there for her no matter how small the problem may or may not be. Because seeing her happy and knowing she is okay is all the satisfaction I need in life. My passion is to make the people around me feel like they’re not alone in feeling the way they feel, that it’s not unusual to feel like the world is crashing down right in front of you. People have their bad days it’s not uncommon, the way I see a brightness come back to someone’s eyes that their day has just gotten better is what I live for, it’s what I love. And I will continue to have this passion throughout my life time, because this passion to me is the best passion anyone could ever have in my eyes. Family means everything.

Why I find Creative Writing Mentally and Emotionally Fulfilling

There are many ways to get from A to B, so here is another entry from someone that seeks to find passion and fulfillment. 

There are multiple facets to why I find creative writing mentally and emotionally fulfilling. Over the years that I have written short stories and my novel, I have turned over my motivations inside my head, and like a crystal held to the sunlight, I have learned much about creative writing and myself by carefully examining each individual facet for all their flaws and beauties. 

Among my motivations, perhaps the simplest to understand is my creative expression and the exploration of the imagination. Each time I write, I plunge deep within my own mind and discover buried reservoirs of ideas. Now tapped, these ideas bubble up to the surface eager to see the light of day, and each time I express these ideas, I feel relief at the release. This exploration of my imagination and the expressing myself fills me with a great sense of personal satisfaction, which increases when I am able to share my writings with friends, family, and anyone else willing to read and listen.

Writing for an audience can be emotionally fulfilling in its own right. While I believe that writing is, first and foremost, an act to nurture oneself to learn and develop as a person, writing for other people can be a prime motivator to continue writing even when you've run out of steam. Perhaps it is arrogant to think so, but I enjoy writing to a wide audience with the hope that they will benefit from my stories. Whether great or small, words have the potential to influence and change people for the better, if they are willing to change. Whenever I write stories, I write stories that I personally find entertaining, engaging, and meaningful, and while I do not write stories to create high art or great literature, I do hope other people might find something of value from my work. 

Of course, my stories wouldn't even exist if I knew nothing about people, the world, and myself. When I wrote my first stories, they were short and simple things, often based directly from my real life experiences, which as a pre-adolescent were few. As I grew older and learned more, however, my stories grew in depth and complexity. I found that to avoid dry, repetitive, and trite stories, I needed to ever increase my knowledge about writing, the world, and people. This challenges me mentally, and while creative and critical research aren't conventionally entertaining, they can broaden one's knowledge and their worldview. You never know, you might just find a new favorite interest or hobby out of it as well.  

In fact, I have recently discovered a new interest from creative writing: self-therapy. While not conventionally therapeutic, creative writing helps me cope with my personal problems by encouraging introspection into a wide variety of topics. When I brainstorm my stories, I am regularly required to examine my beliefs, morals, and ideals as to why I think certain story elements are of worthy merit to write about. For example, I might ponder why I value self-sacrifice enough to include it as an important plot point or theme in a story, and whether self-sacrifice is an action I should promote or critique in a story. This would also encourage me to look for second and third opinions on such a topic. Depending on my conclusions, I can learn more about my values, why I believe them, and what they mean to me rather than simply taking them at face value. 

    These facets are the main reasons that I find creative writing fulfilling. I do not presume that every writer and artist feels the same; I am sure there are quite a number of people who create for entirely different reasons and who find creative writing mentally and emotionally fulfilling in other ways. Even the reader may find their own unique reason why creative writing fulfills them, and if so, great! That simply fills the world and its people with greater diversity, and if so, then I strongly encourage everyone to write their own stories, if only a sentence and a word at a time. 

Unanticipated Results

Our mental health can be seen even when we are not looking to see it. This particular individual was looking to follow her passion, and did so... then found out that it led to other complications she didn't anticipate... 

My mental health has be complicated to say the least since starting engaging in social work. After college, I dove head-first into the child welfare and adoptions field. I was excited to start working directly with children and families and optimistic about making a difference in their lives. I quickly found out that the job was much more demanding than I had anticipated. As a representative of Department of Children and Families, I was the "enemy". People avoided me and were not open or honest. I worked twelve hour days and was often on-call. I dreaded getting up in the morning, but found I was so anxious I could not sleep at night. Every day was unpredictable. I started having panic attacks. Eventually, I realized I needed to prioritize myself over my job and left my position. I enrolled in an MSW program and found a job that balanced my career and my health. 

Passion or Goal?

I am not sure if I have ever truly followed a passion. However, I did once passionately attempt to achieve a goal. This goal was to become a physician. This is the closest anything has come to being a passion for me. Although I did not achieve this goal, it has still had great impact on my emotional and mental health. When I first began following this passion, the metaphorical finish line seemed so far away that, in a way, it did not even seem real. This end-goal was something I had always told myself and everyone else that I would achieve, and yet, I could not actually see myself achieving it. I do not mean by this that I did not want to achieve it. On the contrary, I worked very hard for it. However, I made many mistakes in doing so. I did not manage my time well, and I spent many sleepless nights trying to keep the goal within reach. Some would argue that, if achieving this goal was not foremost among my priorities at all times, than it was never truly my passion. I have never enjoyed hearing this. I must admit, however, that in the process of pursuing this passion, I was more or less "going through the motions." I felt as if I was being carried along by a current, but not sure where the river would actually lead. The pursuit of this passion left room for no other passions. As a result of ultimately not fulfilling this passion, I feel as if I have shrunken away from the world that I once knew, abandoning many relationships I once held dear due to sheer embarrassment. This has led to a good deal of depression, and feelings of loneliness. I lived in an exile of my own creation. I mounted so much mental stress upon myself in the pursuit of this passion, that I now feel a sort of numbness. Sometimes stress can be a healthy thing. It can remind us of the gravity of a situation and spur us into action. However, like a lab animal that has been overexposed to a stimulus, I felt desensitized. What I have learned from this is that the pursuit of a passion can be stressful. However, the aftermath of failing in the pursuit of a passion can be even more stressful. Therefore, I believe it is essential to remain mindful of why one chooses to pursue a passion, and why that passion is worth the stress and efforts that it may entail.