The introverted-extrovert

It was brought to my attention that this blog feels very heavy, almost negative. I do not want this to feel like that. Yes, in this blog, heavy matters may be brought to the surface because those are things that we all have in common. Those are sometimes the most vulnerable parts of all of us, but I do not want anyone to leave feeling negative or burdened. I will make the effort to follow up any heavy posts with the positive side of the situation. The story posted yesterday was vague and metaphorical, but a true thing that has happened in my life years ago; it is in no way current. It was a very hard time for me but it has sculpted who I now am striving to be and has created a path of opportunity for me. Because I have sunk so low in life, I am able to rise twice as high. That is true for every person in every situation. You decide what comes of fate. You decide how you're going to run your life. Bad things are going to happen but there is always a silver lining: there is always ...

You don't have to read it again, but it was suggested that the unedited version was put up, so here you are for a fuller understanding of this story. The Natural Color (FULL) It came one day the cry for help. And I knew I had to go into the deepest parts of her, no matter the pain, and I had to bring her back. No one else could. No one else retrieve that light-filled soul that had fallen into black, but me. And there was no one to help. No one able to understand. Not even God. I was utterly alone on the path into Hell. Like trying to prepare for an earthquake, there was so little I could do to prepare for this 9/11 experience. Hope was all I had. If that. She was surrounded. Surrounded by the walls that blocked me out. I would scream at them why I would pound on them why until the pain was real. They laughed knowing they were stronger than I could ever be. But they being soaked with my ...

Here is the monologue I wrote and chose for my Acting 1 class. This is actually inspired by a paper I composed my junior year of high school. I took part of that and tweaked it a little bit. It is in free write poetic form and is the story of a hard time in my life. The Natural Color It came one day the cry for help. And I knew I had to go into the deepest parts of her, no matter the pain, and I had to bring her back. No one else could retrieve that light-filled soul that had fallen into black, but me, not even god. I was utterly alone. She was surrounded. Surrounded by the walls that blocked me out. I would scream at them why I would pound on them why until the pain was real. They laughed knowing they were stronger than I could ever be. But they being soaked with my tears my sweat my blood, gave in. She was coming back to m...