I’ve always found it difficult introducing myself to a blank page, always wondering what traits or memories could make up “me.” A formal introduction always seemed so final to me, as though once it was written down, that was who I was. On paper, Stella Cormier (pronounced KOR-me-ay) seemed like an efficient writer and overall competent member of society, which doesn’t include the actual dog-loving, constant-existential-crisis-having ball of 90% caffeine and 10% depression that I am.
Writing started out as a coping mechanism for me. I’ve been extremely introverted my entire life, so connecting with others takes a pretty significant amount of effort for me. But when I created characters in my head and put them on paper, I learned how to deal with thoughts and problems I had by living vicariously through my many fictional children. Eventually, I became more accustomed to interacting with real people (though perhaps not TOO many), and branched out from fiction to poetry and blogging. I still write fiction frequently, but I took some time to get to know my own voice, which I think helped me to grow as a writer.
On a more personal note, I have two beautiful, rescue dogs who keep me going. The first is a four-year-old ridgeback mix named Bel, and the second is a 4-month-old husky puppy named Evie. In my twenty-two years of life, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything more than I do these dogs. I’ve had depression for most of my life, and keeping myself occupied with school, dog care, and writing really is the best way for me to help that.
Speaking of school, I am more than halfway through a Bachelor’s degree in psychology, which is a career I intend to pursue through my PsyD, so I can become a clinical psychologist. I didn’t discover this until I took a psychology class as an elective in college, but I was immediately captivated by the subject. I realized that ultimately I wanted to help people with their mental health, and as someone who’s dealt with various mental disorders, an eating disorder, and a small bout with cancer herself, I think that I can help people with their own lives and have a basic understanding of some of the things they may be going through.
However, I continue to write. I’m fairly certain I will always continue to write. I recently made a pact with myself to attempt to write one poem a week. There’ve been a couple skips, but for the most part, I’ve kept up with that. Even if it’s only 10minutes in the notes section of my phone, I write. And now there’s this experiment, with my thoughts, my voice, on the screen for you to read. Should be exciting, right?
Looking forward to it.