Finding old things

Going through my computer’s files, I found stories I had started to write over 13 years ago. First year of college stuff, just leaving high school. Reading through what I wrote (even though it always would take a sci-fi/fantasy direction) was filled with analogies of my own struggles at the time. I used to write fiction to process my feelings. I don’t do that anymore. But there it was, written out as plan as day, from 2003/2004, about my feelings of loss of losing my small, protected high school and going out into the real world to try and make my own way, and wanting to escape into a magical world instead. I miss those stories. Even if I never finished them, even if all they were were the first 50 or so pages of a book, they were beautiful and I miss those dreams, those thoughts, those imaginings. They were a very healthy way to process feelings, that’s for sure. And those dreams, those ideas, those make-believe worlds, brought me such internal happiness to just think of them.