Ramble Ramble No One Reads This

So I guess I'm going to ramble about my brain for a second here...actually it'll probably last a lot longer than a second. And I know no one really reads anything I write except my mom (hi mom<3) and maybe some random people. SO I feel pretty comfortable saying kind of just whatever I want. This is in fact my "Writings of Adventure" blog anyways. I'm literally writing and adventuring in my writing. Because let's be honest, everything is an adventure with the right attitude.

My most recent and preceding adventure is more of a mental one. I have been climbing mountains and trudging through valleys in my own cognitive terrain. Dealing with the health of my own consciousness and how to take care of myself and my thoughts. It's a little easier when you are able to define exactly the thoughts and why they work the way they do and how they form in the way they form when you are given a definitive word or label for your style of thinking. However, the rebuttal is true. The last thing anyone wants is to be put into a box and defined only as that word or phrase that carries its own baggage of stereotypes and assumptions.

So I don't define myself by my diagnosis, mainly because even with people who may have the same diagnosis, I am still unique in my own. Even in my own category there are subdivisions and subgroups with their own lists of each individual circumstance.

I am a fiercely passionate person with a wild imagination and a craving for adventure and new places to see. I have skills in art and design and I am able to use my spontaneous thinking to create new and magical creations. I am able to use my spirited mental methods to explore ideas and depths and concepts of a more bewildered intent.  It's fun being me but I firmly believe that it is only fun for me to be me. No one else would have as much fun being me as I do because no one is me and I am no one else but me. That's it. And it's so much fun that way.

The End.