In an excluded room, I put my pen to paper.
Despite suffering with severe dyslexia, I absolutely loved writing.
However, my teachers in school often dismissed me as lazy and I was placed in a room by myself.
I loved English, and all I wanted was to learn how to read and write, but I wasn’t wired that way.
However, unleashing my creative side, I would spend my days writing short gothic stories, each reflecting my own inner thoughts.
As I couldn’t write in full sentences, I would instead use symbols and codes that only I could understand.
From the age of 14 until my early 20s, I spent my days writing stories.
I loved it, but I always kept them to myself.
Although they were fictional, they reflected my…
