I'm 37 and have wanted to write my whole life. My days are filled with inspirations and senerios I see that could change with a few words or actions. My imagination runs wild and then I let it go because I'm rushing somewhere, busy. My true goal is to explore the sometimes abusive and crazy world of mental illness.  How being loved by someone tormented with paranoia and delusions can change how you see yourself. How the complete rip of sanity  in that person riddled me with pain but freed me of the voice in my head constantly keeping me down. Here and there I will write down  my little senerios that play out daily into short stories as well.