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🖤 20 fun facts about the bipolar outcast 🖤 DAY 2

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🖤 I love deli meat more specifically Italian deli meat. I eat it straight out of the bag no bread needed.

🖤 I can watch every episode of Family Guy and The Simpsons repeatedly

🖤 I have a partial dentures (Blog topic)

🖤 People call me a human phone book (I memorize numbers easily)

🖤 I’ve had over 10 jobs most were big box retailers and a bank

🖤 I look like a large mouth bass when I sleep

🖤 I snore so loudly I can shake walls

🖤 I wipe my drink cans twice before I open it and still don’t open it completely

🖤 I don’t reheat leftovers

🖤 My best friend (who has a diagnosis like me) lives over 600 miles away and we’ve never met before. She saved my life and I call her Tater. ( don’t know where it came from.)

🖤 I am a Christian. My husband is a deacon at our church. We are extremely progressive in our beliefs.

🖤I have 8 tattoos and have sketched out the rest (blog post)

🖤 My moods have names.

🖤 I love to walk but not at the gym because I feel like I’m on a hamster wheel

🖤 My dr is currently in the process to try and stop my dreaming (my request)

🖤 My previous doctor threatened me many times with ECT.

🖤 My dream vacation is going to New York.

🖤 I don’t like politics AT ALL! My husband loves it so I take short naps in the middle of conversations.

🖤 I’ve gone more than 4.5 days without sleep

🖤 Amazon is my best friend

That was hard to do!

18 years with my hubby!!!

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Wayne,

We’ve been through a lot in the last eighteen years, but no matter what you fought for me. You fought for our relationship when I didn’t know how. You fought for my life when I couldn’t. You gave up part of your life for me and every time I asked you why you always said it is because I love you and I could never understand how or why that was ever enough to deal with someone who kept making the same mistakes who didn’t want help who gave up on everything and thought their existence was a burden, but you held my hand, and I know there were so many times you held your breath every time the phone rang hoping it wouldn’t be that call. I never understood that love until we lost everything and I watch your world fall apart. I understood this love you had for me. I understood what it meant to fight for someone other than myself. I understood how to be selfless and that this love is greater than any darkness we will ever see. For the first time in 5 years I want you to know this time I will be okay. That tomorrow will come and I won’t salivate over pill bottles, look at myself in the mirror and say I’m not worth it because I am and you’ve always made sure I knew it even when I didn’t believe or understand it. I could never have done any of this without you. You are most incredible, stubborn, good looking (with a beard 😂) guy that God made. You are a deacon at our church and you take care of our city. Youve become the man God intended you to be. I love you and to many more years together! I never knew that I would find my soulmate at 16, but couldn’t picture my life without you.

🖤

My writing process looks like this….

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I need someone to come and make sense of my pile. The book is actually a trilogy (I don’t know if I would actually call it a trilogy?) I have some written and some a share drive all the parts are there I need it to be put together. Is there anyone who has any help or suggestions on what to do? I’m still terrified to show anyone my book. I get writers block very easily so it is hard to write sometimes.

I’ve always dreamed of being a writer, the first book I ever wrote and still have is a fan fiction of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn (I saw the Disney version and to this day can still repeat most of the lines.), I started and never finished my fan fiction of Fried Green Tomatoes and at just 12 years old decided I wanted to look like Idgie and made my mom take me shopping to buy clothes just like hers (I’ve burned most of the evidence). My life growing up wasn’t great, so I used these books and movies as an escape from the world around me. I think all of it prepared me for the book I am currently writing. This book (which is 6 years and counting) was and still is my escape from everything also my form of therapy. I’ve been through a lot and there are certain parts of my life I am not ready to talk about yet, as it pertains to me but for Lauren it can all happen to her.

I’m reaching for help and guidance!