There are only two places in which I can picture myself truly feeling comfortable being myself. One is inside a competent and trustworthy therapist’s office and the other is hiding behind the pages I write.

I am not what anyone would call a normal person and as such I have learned that it is best not to reveal my true self to most people. They do not understand me and do not want to understand me. This is fine. I should rephrase that. This is the inevitable reality I have forced upon myself due to my abnormality. Some would call this a self-fufilling prophecy. I just call it my life.

Writing has become a tool to express creativity, yes, but it has also opened a doorway I cannot allow to be opened in the real world. It allows me to express thoughts, actions, motivations, and impulses that society would only allow to exist inside the pages of fiction. It is a safe place to hide without actually concealing myself.

For challenge- “How has writing shaped you” by Lianna C

The operation is one month away

But I don't know what I'm supposed

To feel or say, is that strange?

Or is it just okay?

When the day arrives I won't know what to say

I will just hope for change and better days

It's been 12 years with its highs and its lows

I never said it was easy, but wow how I've grown

Grown physically, mentally, and spiritually

So many positive things and that I know!

I know it now and I will know it in the future

Bravery is not something that will change

With the weather, it will stay with me forever

Yes this was hard but man am I proud

Of my growth and evolution through

All this bullshit with this evil bitch

You have been by my side on this long journey

You are not an acquaintance, you are part of my family!

I thank you for all you have given me

But it's time to say goodbye

So that I can move on with my futur life