I am a writer. I love to write, and I didn’t even know that I did until my step mother told my father, and then my father told me. It made sense, because I’ve had so many diaries as a kid. Writing in those diaries helped me a lot as I was growing up. I was bullied in high school, and had to see a therapist, and counselor every week. Not only did I have to deal with the issues in school, but I had to deal with them at home. I was depressed a lot, and even wanted to do self-harm. Me and my mother did not really get along, and before I knew it I was living with my dad, and my new step family. It wasn’t easy the first year. Me, my father, and step mother budded heads a lot. I am pretty sure I was a difficult teenager to deal with, but at the same time I don’t think they knew that I was in the middle of trying to find who I was. To me it seemed like everybody knew what they wanted to do in life except for me. My step mother bought me four diaries, and I would write in them every day. To me writing is a stress reliever. All I have to do is turn on some music and start writing or typing. I thought I wanted to be in Law enforcement, I thought I wanted to be a vet, and a chemist. Let’s just say it didn’t work out, and that’s how I found out what my true meaning in life was. I am a reporter for Indiana State University’s newspaper called the Statesman. It can be challenging some times, but it is fun. Hopefully I will have a career being a radio journalist, or wherever my writing will take me. I believe that the events that God let happen in my life happened for a reason, and I also believe that he brings people in my life for a reason. They are the very people who remind me that life is worth living. My name is Makyla Thompson, and I am a writer.