Recently, I've has an interaction that left me thinking and reflecting on myself. I was told that my experiences, train of thought and way of life made it seem like I was in my own world completely. I got the offer to consider being a motivational speaker, but I also tend to get nervous when speaking in front of a big crowd. I prefer to write, and I tend to write quite often, just not like this. Usually it's in my journal or a train of thoughts that can be found in a paragraph of a text that just never get sent. I'm not one to share my thoughts or emotions with other people as I grew up thinking that I would burden others with my sadness, stress or weaknesses. Therefore, it's only on rare occasions that I share things with people. Friends, relationships and even family, it becomes difficult, but that's a story for another day. When I'm writing, it's a different sensation completely. It's this escape for me that I can't seem to find in a lot of other...