Chapter 1: The Natural High of Writing

Have you ever wondered why I feel compelled to write about the act of writing itself? It’s deeply personal.

For me, it all boils down to MDMA, also known as Ecstasy. This substance, often referred to as Molly or Mandy, is the popular party drug. However, I’m not talking about the synthetic version. I’m referring to the natural kind produced by my own brain, flooding my system with an overwhelming sense of joy. It feels as though I'm at a wild, one-person celebration, with vibrant music urging me to type away at my keyboard. The urge to express myself is so intense it’s almost as if I’m frantically trying to alleviate an itch that demands to be scratched—my fingers dance across the keys, a joyful frenzy of creation. The more I write, the more that burning sensation intensifies, and yet it’s exhilarating, akin to multiple orgasms—it doesn’t hurt, it merely elevates me into a state of bliss.

When I’m in this flow, it feels like I’m being guided through a sacred moment, lost in the tranquility of the night, pushing