I am a hoarder of writing. I collect books. I have saved every notebook and essay I've ever written. I still have every diary entry I recorded in my entire thirty five years of life. And letters and cards, I have those too. I've written non-fiction essays, poetry, scripts, memoir, short stories, theses, articles, speeches, grant proposals, press kits, and a dissertation.
Even as a child, I always wanted to be a teacher. I used to force my younger siblings to practice reading and mathematics, and I would write them hall passes to use the restroom in their own house. Later, I became the first in my family to graduate from college, and I have spent the past twelve years of my life in secondary, community college and university classrooms teaching English, rhetoric, and writing.
I've got some "risk factors," I guess you could say. Alcoholism, alzheimers, ALS, cancer, divorce, domestic violence, drug abuse, depression, eating disorders, and mania run in my family. Which means that my life, probably like yours, has been an adventure to say the least. And pursuing a healthy human life, navigating therapy and medication, diet and exercise, productivity and rest has been a challenge in all aspects of my life: academic, professional, creative, social, sexual, mental and spiritual. But it's worth it.