epiphany

yesterday i was told by a dear friend that my writing is so dark. And that drove me crazy, not because emotion in your writing is bad, it isnt, it helps your audience connect with your piece. What made me angry about this was the fact taht i am happy and i am still writing the same as when i was depressed. Its almost like my mind can escape my past, but my writing (my outlet) cannot. but the more i thought about it, i realized i dont need to escape, i am not trapped by my depression anymore. I am free and happy.
i realized that we are all given our set of trials, experiences that we have to go through, and some of us have similar ones, and some have very uncommon ones. either way, we have to figure out how to overcome and succeed in the end. and what do we do with that knowledge when we succeed? sometimes, we don't do anything, and thats when we dont learn from the past and we are doomed to repeat it. what we should do is share that knowledge with others, help others who share the same hardships with you, help them escape them and solve them.
So that is why i write with my past in between the lines, i write to help others. because in our world today, almost everyone can relate to sadness. i will help in anyway i can, anyone who struggles with it, because its a fight no one should have to go through. but we do anyway. and so why not help?
i dont, and i wont change how i right, because it is part of who i am and what defines me. i love myself. and i will continue trying to show emotions through my writing, happy and not. i love you all.