This is Too Intense
There are three things you need to know before you read this.
1. I am a constant worrier
2. I always try to think of new stories to write
3. My inner voice is my best friend and worst enemy at the same time
Whenever I invision my brain, I can't get a clear picture of it. I can picture what a brain looks like, but pinning down the inside of mine is a struggle. I'm bouncing around between thoughts. Between praises and insults. One minute, I'll be working on a WIP, and the next, I'll start a whole new project because an idea hurled itself around my mind.
I see my thoughts in a mix of pictures and words. Some of my thoughts work better in sentences like story ideas or names. Others are vivid scenes for a WIP or even something new.
But I can't seem to put my thoughts in categories to save for later. They're a jumbled mess, and I always get ideas at the wrong time. Too many instances, I get the perfect twist for my WIP when I'm listening in to my teacher in class and forget it by the time I got to write.
I can't keep my thoughts together when I'm in a panic. If I try to calm myself down, my inner voice is being negative or unreasonable. Too many emotions at one time jumble my thoughts even more and everything looks like a train wreck.
My brain is a factory with an efficient creating system but an inefficient organizing system.