I wrote this today.  It describes how I feel right now and when my mental illnesses act up:

No rhyme or reason, yet mental treason.
Anxiety hits me as I start my day, not matter what I can say. Behind this smile on my face, is holding back tears trace.


30 Day Writing Prompts: Day 5

Day 5: Five things that irate you about the opposite sex/same sex.

I would say both are equal in this. I think people in general do things that irate me, regardless of gender. Most of the time I post these in my Grinds my Gears posts.

Though here are five things I can think of right now:

Discrimination of any kind

Whistling and humming

People who pull out right in front of me when I’m driving

People who are nosy about my personal life that I have no desire talking to about my personal life

People who ignore me

30 Day Writing Prompts: Day 3

Day 3: What kind of person attracts you?

I’m attracted to intelligence. I enjoy some one I can have intelligent conversations with. I like learning from others. I like talking about different topics.

I enjoy people who have the same interests as me. Geeks. TV shows and movies. Kindness.

I love beautiful souls!

30 Day Writing Prompts: Day 2

Day 2: How have you changed in the past 2 years?

I would like to think that I have grown smarter, gained wisdom and experiences. I strive for that each year.

In addition, I know I have:

* Better control over my anxiety
* More positive
* Started a blog
* Found out that I can support myself and enjoy living alone
* Have my own place
* Lost some weight
* Stronger relationship with my Daddy
* Less insecurities
* Distanced myself from drama
* More of a hermit at times
* Performed random acts of kindness

I hope to continue to grow, experience and gain wisdom in my life. To live life!

30 Day Writing Prompts: Day 1


I found the above 30 Day Writing Prompts Challenge on Pinterest and thought I would give it a try. I was looking for prompts and ideas for writing. This one looks good to start with.

Day 1: Weird things you do when you are alone:

Humm I think of everything I do as weird.

I guess being naked. I particularly don’t like wearing clothes unless I’m cold or have to. Society and all freaks out at nudity. It’s just comfy to me.

I play with my teeth and fingers. Biting and scraping my teeth. Habit or oral fixation? Not sure why.

I play with and talk to my stuffies. They are like my babies and family. Though not like real babies. It is hard to explain.
I’m not sure what else. I just think I’m weird and do weird things to begin with everyday all day. Then again there is nothing normal about me and I like it that way.