How I Started Writing Essays Here

The time I spend relaxing after coming home, waiting for my husband to return. Suddenly, the feeling of "I think I'll write today too" welled up.
Lately, I have been writing essays almost every day.
No one asked me to, but writing has become a part of my daily routine.

To begin with, why did I start writing essays?
The trigger was an encounter with a certain patient.
That person was admitted to my workplace, and I was in charge of their care, interacting with them every day.
They were a talkative person, and their casual conversations were filled with humor and warmth; I loved our interactions.

One day, that person picked up a book and suddenly told me this story.
"A long time ago, I made this book through self-publishing. I wrote essays and haiku in it."
Surprised, I immediately asked, "I'd love to read it," and they let me read the book.

As I read through it, I couldn't help but shed tears.
Memories of childhood, turning points in life, the days since falling ill—they were all written in warm words.
The patient I interact with daily and the person in the writing overlapped, and I felt like I had come to know them more deeply.
It was the moment I thought, "Writing has the power to convey a person like this."

Some time after that, the patient was hospitalized again, and we reunited.
At that time, the thought that had been welling up inside me became clear.
"I'll try writing essays, too."

At first, I was anxious.
I felt like I would run out of topics immediately, and it would be embarrassing to have anyone read them.
However, unexpectedly, things I wanted to write about were scattered throughout my daily life.
Breakfast, small events at work, sudden realizations, and the swaying of my heart.
When you live with the perspective of writing, every day becomes a little richer.

And above all, when I write, I can feel my feelings settling down.
Rather than a desire to convey something to someone, it is a time to organize what is inside me.
By putting things into words, I get the feeling of "understanding" my own emotions.

People who follow me, people who give me likes, people who leave comments.
Even though I am writing alone, the feeling of being connected to someone is also comforting.

There are still many times when I cannot write well, but
I think I will continue this "writing life" for a while.
Surely, there will continue to be many emotions and events, and days when I want to write, from here on out.