I'm Amanda, 20 years old, crazy cat lady, and poetry writer.

I took a "vacation" from writing poetry because I got stuck in that place where I didn't know what was going on and how to wrap my head around everything. I've been under constant stress and I've been diagnosed with Bulimia. I'm returning to poetry because I can't hold everything in anymore. I can't hide it that well. I've struggled most of my life and I hate feeling so alone.
If you or anyone you know is dealing with any of the topics I write about, please get help. There's nothing more damaging then staying silent when you're suffering. I've known two people now that has successfully committed suicide and I know how they felt and what they were going through, but I know it could've been preventable. There's wonderful people out there that will listen, I'm on of them. I don't care how big or small your problem could be, it obviously hurts you so it matters. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I promise that I won't leave anymore, that I'll try to post daily, because I'm not just doing it for you, I'm doing it for me too and I will not ever go back to that hospital again. Ever.

By the way, I love cats and squirrels. I'm a funny person to talk to, I can cheer you up before you say goodnight. I hate to see people upset, and I'm guilty because I'm one of those people with a "fake" smile all the time. The only rule I tell myself when writing is "Do not hold back, because once you do you hold back on yourself." All the secrets I have had damaged me in some way, shape or form, and I believe poetry can prevent that. No one judges a good piece of art.