Did anyone else have the joy and love for writing growing up that I had? Honestly, it basically helped save my life. In grade school and high school, when I was so closed and repressed about my gender identity and sexuality, writing poetry and getting my thoughts on paper was my only real venting system and most definitely kept me away from the actual act of suicide. I still have my old journals, I want to post some stuff sometime.
I hate writing. No matter how elegant or perfect my speech, I can't get it on paper. People would tell me to write what I just said and I would have no clue.