I think as a whole, my blog paints me as this little sagging girl who is constantly struggling and rarely is able to do anything in life.
This is absolutely not the fact.
I care about my identity as someone having DID, an eating disorder, depression, etc. But this does not define me. This past week has been a hard one and I’m worried I’m losing my true identity.
If this post bores you, feel free to move on. This is more for me to remind myself Who I Am.
If you knew me in real life, I would bet $100 that you would have no idea of my inner/deeper issues at all. You would think I was absolutely a normal Midwesterner, post-college, just getting her toes wet in the corporate world.
I have a decent amount of friends. Granted, most of them are just surface friends, but I can easily find someone to hang out with if I feel so inclined.
I’m the woman who loves going out to dinner with friends and family.
I’m the woman who will plan an elaborate shopping trip with some girlfriends, complete with a montage of goofy outfits in the dressing room.
I’m the woman who will devour at least 3 books a week with gusto.
I’m the woman who will challenge anyone in the room to do a shot of gin without making a face. I always win. (I can’t manage with whiskey though- Army creams me on that challenge)
I’m the woman a friend will call at 2am because they’re in some sort of pickle and need a ride/a shoulder/help bailing.
I’m the woman who impresses her bosses with her ability to increase productivity and multitask without losing accuracy.
I am a daughter and a sister wholeheartedly devoted to my mother and brothers (my father not so much) at any moment.
I love long car rides, especially by myself. I will take the long way if possible for every destination.
The greatest compliment to me is on my baking. I’ll take that over my looks, personality, or intellect any day (which is probably a bad thing…haha)
My favorite place to go on a date (or hangout with friends) is to a stand-up comedy show. I cannot get enough of humor- as many brands as possible.
I love watching TV shows in long stretches, at least 5 episodes at a time. This means I really only watch shows through Netflix or the actual DVD. Not on standard television.
I am clumsy as hell. Seriously. I am even clumsier when tipsy or tired.
I love animals. I adore cats. But my heart belongs to dogs.
I can’t stand coffee, but I cannot get enough of hot apple cider. I’ll settle for hot chocolate when I go to coffee shops with friends.
I hate the color yellow.
I’ve only recently discovered hot bubble baths and I’ve fallen in love with them.
I can drink hot sauce like a soda.
I research law and Revised Codes in my spare times. For the hell of it.
I am not an affectionate person. Unless I’m alone with my partner. Then I’m pretty much glued to them. I am not affectionate with friends or family at all. I was raised not to be.
I make jewelry to calm myself. I don’t usually wear much of it- I tend to give it away.
I have big celeb-crushes on Eliza Dushku, Charisma Carpenter, and Jennifer Lawrence. Yes, there was a theme there before Jennifer Lawrence. My crushes on male celebs aren’t as crazy, but I do adore Thomas Jane and Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
I tend to favor books that are sad and make me feel lost after completing. I don’t know why. I think it’s the masochistic side of me. The most recent one I finished is “Looking For Alaska” (which I highly recommend).
My hands are always cold. My feet are also always cold. However, this does not mean I will wear a jacket.
I hate socks with the fiery passion of a thousand hells.
Though I fear heights, one of the best experiences that I’ve ever had is when Germany and I went on a hot air balloon ride (my dad used to do balloon chasing as a side gig).
I am more than the sum of my parts.