As for me, if it's about why I
started writing, then I'd say it's because I was bored and didn't have much else to do in my childhood. Growing up as a latchkey kid, I wasn't the type who often went outside and remained pretty sheltered along with my older brothers. That led to a lot of reading, which naturally led to an interest in writing. My early stories were terrible of course, but my brothers and I had fun making them regardless.
Now if it's about why I continued writing after that, then it's a bit more complicated. My home life has always been pretty messy, and as a result I developed a plethora of anxiety disorders and basically became a shy, awkward loser early on (a stigma which has unfortunately plagued me to this day
). Adding onto that, I was a really,
REALLY chatty kid in my youth, often being considered an annoyance and needing to be told multiple times to shut up by the people around me until it kind of "clicked" one day and I started being more introverted. All of a sudden, my life both outside and inside of home no longer felt like a place where I could be myself and freely express my thoughts. So, with my budding interest in writing, I started expressing myself there instead.
And that's the long and the short of it. Writing for me has now become my own personal outlet, where I can write what I want and express myself where I know I'll be heard, without anyone telling me to shut up
Of course, due to my... "issues", not all of the things I choose to express are exactly pleasant, and my stories can get a bit edgy and sad at times as a result. But in general I tend to put every bit of my genuine feelings in whatever I portray, whether that be tender family affection, bittersweet farewells filled with heartache...
Or, you know, viciously beating a puppy to death with a rock