i was supposed to be something great.
i was supposed to be something redefined.
i was supposed to be a show stopper.
this is me. real. unedited. uncut. unabridged. if you don't like it, there's an X button. is your clicker broken? =D
drafted by emotional diva at 1:34 AM 0 delights
what makes a recipe of someone? i'm not talking about looks, body fat index, or eye color. i'm referring to the complex diversity of the mental status.what is the recipe for a sound mind?for as long as i could remember, i have been a slave to my emotions. i hear a song, i read a book, i watch a movie, it's as if i am right there in the middle experiencing everything.sound crazy? maybe. but that is my reality.i hid all the time. inside music, books, movies. growing up there was always a struggle of some kind. from not enough money to fighting about money was a daily ordeal and my mother told me e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. that happened when it was out of my ear range to overhear.
i have so many memories. very few of them are good. i am currently just starting therapy, and she says i need to write down my thoughts and my memories. she says that emotional scars, or memories, shape and form the mind. so what are my memories?
there are more horrid, more alienated, more shocking stories i could tell. none would mean a difference to those of you reading. you might think OMG or how could a parent do that. some of you may even wonder what the details are. i'm more than happy to share those in time. these things SHAPE the mind. they enter it and mold it and move it around and they imprint images that stalk you in the shadows and creep under your bed at night. the demons of your mind encompass you, and there is so much that you want to do...say...feel...and even then i am just tired of feeling everything all the time.
reading over this, i have realized that even though i have the right to my over-emotional mental status [don't like it, but have a right to it], i could have easily have been one of those kids who opened fire in a school. i could have been the serial killer.
but im not. i don't intend to be. its about choices. will this make me or break me? what will i do when i am made or broke? will i wallow or will i move on?
sometimes i wallow, eventually...i'll move on.
drafted by emotional diva at 1:27 AM 0 delights