When I first got to college, I was shy and horrified to speak to anyone. I spent most of my days crying from homesickness. The Dark Knight had just come out the summer after my high school graduation, so when I got to college I started writing fan fic to try to cheer myself up. I wrote more than I ever thought I could, made some of the best friends I’ve ever had, and had the best time of my life.
Then a little over a year ago, depression hit me harder than ever before and I stopped writing, stopped reaching out to the community, and stopped interacting with anyone. It’s been a long way to the point where I am now, but I’m on medication, seeking help from friends and family, and I finally uploaded a new chapter onto FanFiction.net today after over a year without updates.
I wondered if anyone still read the stories I’d written a few years ago, when I was inexperienced and my writing was much clumsier than it is today. I clicked on my author stats page, expecting to see that I’d had a few views and telling myself “You’ve been gone for a year, don’t get your hopes up.” And then the page loaded.
“August Stats: For the month of 2012-08, there have been a total of 18,958 Views and 2,588 Visitors to all of your stories.”
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so happy that I cried. To every reader, anyone who reviewed or enjoyed my work: Thank you. You mean the world to me.