Writing is an interesting form of expression, and in the same breath, a very interesting profession. For everyone who has ever dreamt about doing it, have you spent a great deal of time wondering what it would be like as a profession? You imagine the pure elation of what it must be like for people to want to read what you have to say. You think about how stellar it must be, once you know you have affected hundreds of thousands of people, in some way or another, with your words. You think about that high, but you don’t think about the other extreme. The act of working, and what that entails. If you want to know the cost, look no further than the number of high-profile, life-changing authors who took their own lives. This is not some weird coincidence. This is a fucking job hazard, and the numbers speak for themselves. How much you will enjoy writing as work is directly proportional to how much you love spending time with yourself. Do you love yourself? Well, you better atleast be able to stand yourself if you come into this field, because it seems, in most cases, we are our own worst enemies, and we don’t know it until it is too late.