Oh, I've got blood on my hands. Whose is it, mine or yours? They're all me and I'm nobody. But who are you, and where'd the rest of me go?
Writer. Editor. Reader. Reviewer. Gamer. Armchair mafia kingpin. Trans-dimensional yodeler. Cthulhu's unplanned 667th son. Grand High Muckymuck of the Mystic Order of the Defanged Gerbil.
It's not "definantly" or "defiantly" or "definately". It's "DEFINITELY". How can so many people get it wrong...
Everyone goes through change, transformation, going through it for the better or worse. Be it physical or mental, that is the real showing of what makes someones character. Why not write about it?