Sunday, November 3, 2013

Defining Myself

As I was talking to a friend at church, I overheard myself describe me:
I don't wear a mask. What you see is what you get.
I don't give a crap about what anyone else thinks.
I'm a recluse.
I'm autistic.
I'm an incest survivor with PTSD (yup, I let everyone know, whenever appropriate. And, yup, her eyebrows went up just a bit because she didn't know this)
Everyone needs someone to talk to.
Being an artist, is my passion.
I need a lot of time alone. I stay up half the night, after everyone's gone to sleep, just for alone time.
Funny, how who I am can be said in ten sentences and about two minutes.
I speak and live my truth.



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