Oh, I got a quite complicated relationship with my own writing (and, by extension, my creative expression as a whole, as I've been doing drawings more than I do writings)...

Most of the time I do enjoy it, especially when creativity manifests as this sudden stream-of-unconsciousness and leads me into rabbit holes of knowledge at 3AM (aka spiritual gnosis), often through the researching of specific fine details I'm intending to put within the text/drawing. Some of my drawings even induce me actual altered states of consciousness I wouldn't experience otherwise (esp. when I draw Lilith as I "see" Her, anthropomorphically and strigimorphically).

But then I have this frequent realization that I'm way too verbose or "pedantic" to the neurotypical society, and my unfiltered artistic expression is very dense (requiring the viewer/reader to decode nested layers of symbolism and knowledge for it to make sense), even deliberately cryptic (as I sometimes imbue it with steganography and/or ciphers akin to those of "Cicada 3301 puzzles"), so I end up trying to keep most of my expression to myself; most of my art is unpublished... except art is a form of communication and a communication that doesn't make it outside my headboard notepad/sketchbook (that is, beyond my and my dæmons' awareness) would be considered, to my "Luciferic-apatheistic side of me", merely an inner monologue with extra steps...