Today is a bad day for me. Someone I love dearly is going through something that I cannot help them with. They are alone and at the mercies of others. (That sounds so dramatic but I'm in a dramatic sort of place at the moment.)
However I am so glad that write because I've been able to put what I'm thinking and feeling down on paper and it has helped me. It's not anything that is going to be published or even submitted anywhere, it wasn't written for that. I wrote it to help me and it has.
That is why I write. Whatever may come of my writing I do it because I like to. I do it for me. If I can bring anyone alse some pleasure that is a bonus.