What you don’t know about me…

I love the smell of metal; old keys and brass door knobs. My favorite time is when fog shrouds the world and hangs low, whispering across the ground. I love the sound of children’s laughter, and train horns late in the night. The smell behind my dog’s ears reminds me of Fritos. I love my husband’s skin, it is always warm and soft. I love hot coffee on a cold morning watching the world go by. I’m terrified of sharks and deep, murky waters. I dream about falling and dying and driving off of cliffs and mountains. I sleepwalk, and talk, and eat when I am stressed out. I still play with legos. As a child, I used to climb trees, and swim in creeks, and sled down hills. Once, my stepsisters and I jumped on a trampoline in the snow and came in the house with icicles in our hair. My dad made us hot cocoa with captain morgan in it to defrost us. The smell of garlic reminds me of my mother, and classic chapstick of my father. I have a shelf in my office dedicated to tiny things I have collected my whole life. I was born in Germany and sometimes I swear I can still feel the cold bite of the wind and see the cows that we lived by in my dreams. I am scared of change, and death, and failure, and disease, and heights. I feel most at home when I am by the ocean, in the cold. Some days I think, I am a simple being. But other days, days like today, I try to remember, what makes me different, and not so simple after all.



Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Uncategorized

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