When I hit a block, I go on the web. The vast amount of ideas, Its sure to fill my head. The funny videos and Interesting articles. They all allow me to fill my head. The wonders which I get after watching allow me to think. What if I wrote about this or even that? The motivation comes to me. Then I pick up my sketchpad and draw. I draw the ideas which fill my head. I draw dogs, cats, shapes, sports, and even my bud named Ted. Sketching allows me to review the things I love most. Everyone around me gives me ideas. Ideas, They come in flocks, if you look you'll never run out. Now I am ready, ready to write. I pick up my pen and write what excites me. I write until no more ideas fill my head, Then I restart the process and do it all again.

The fear I have I can't even operate normally. I walk and I watch to see if I am being contaminated. The germs don't stop I just want to run. I am trapped by this fear and don't know how to stop. Oh, I wish I could stop it really hurts me. I try and I break into outbursts like I am controlled by someone else. Even my family wants me to find help, The pain I go through seeing them worried about me hits me hard and it hurts. I've even tried rehab, It did not work. My life cannot stay like this, I am miserable and cant work. My pockets are running dry since this disease hit me. We will be forced onto the streets if all I do is cry. What will it take, I will get myself out of this. My family will no longer be in pain for the problems I have.