It is 4am as I write this, I am slightly inebriated and my brain is buzzing. I have been up all night writing and I am still going. I can’t stop. I write to heal, and I am a mental health writer so I write to help people. I find the act itself to be therapeutic. However, it can be a double-edged sword.

I must keep writing. When I get on a roll I can’t help it. Something comes over me and I must get it out. It is an affliction. This has happened before and will happen again...