I write because I need to sort out all of the miscellaneous things that go on in my brain that I can't manage without getting them on to paper. I write lists of things I need to do, people who need to get Christmas presents and birthday cards. I write long letters that never get sent, I write journal entries to my son in hopes he'll understand how much I love him, I write stories that will never be published or seen by anyone but me.
But worst of all, I write down complicated problems between me and my family in my journal. Despite the fact that a diary is supposed to be personal, my husband tends to read it (If you hide it they think you're cheating on them, so it's better to leave it out and available). Yes, I write hurtful things, yes I say all the things that I'd like to say out loud but can't (or shouldn't), and none of it is meant for him to read. He says I do it to keep a record of all the wrongs between us, but that's not the purpose. For me, once I put the words on the paper, they're out of my head, and sometimes, even out of my heart, and I can move on from whatever the problem was and forget it. Forget and forgive.
Regardless of the fights that it causes, the hard feelings and desperate attempts to explain myself, I still have to do it. I put up with the fights because I love my family, I love my husband, and I love my writing. It's something that I have to do.
So why do you write? What do you deal with and how do you deal with it? what drives the passion to write in your life?