I want to blog my life, I want to be an open book. I want to spill my guts out to the masses
I need feedback I crave opinions.
The voice in my head, my inner voice says, you can't do that, that is not allowed. It is wrong to let people know you have Bipolar Disorder! They will not understand. They will think you are crazzy.
This is me! This is who I am. Yet it is not me and not who I am. It is only a part of me.
I am such a perfectionist. I change I rewrite. I refine until I am completly and unterly board with what I am writing about.
Spell check, looking over, it is all my worst enemy!
I am simply a perfectionist who is imperfect and defistating combination.
Humm... Maybe that is what it means to be a perfectionist always striving for something
that you will never be able to attain.
Is their value in crude thoughts that are strune about the page.
In words that are phoneticly corect but gramaticly wrong.
I can speek I can type but not spell.
Yet the anxiety builds up as I don't SPELL CHECK
My mind is realing. I is is thinking up the bizillian better ways
I could write this, I could say this. I won't let it win.
I understand this is imperfect and I accept.
Well Not really but I will post!
AHHHH NO I cant....