An Emotional Writer

I would characterize myself as an emotional writer. My mood can change from minute to minute without any notice. On some days, a happy day, I might write about something that's full of energy and excitement. Other days or even other minutes I could begin writing with very dark and maybe even disturbing ideas.

In fact, I am such a head case, I might not even be able to write anything. I think it's almost impossible to even categorize myself as one particular kind of writer. I don't think I'm alone on this topic, everyone changes.

The other people are typing so fast I can feel my anxiety growing and growing. The instructor just informed us this needs to be about five hundred words every time we write a blog. Until today I had no idea what a blog is, and I definitely do not have enough to write to fill this assignment.

I have kept a journal throughout the years. This is basically a history for later in life for my three sons. They will, hopefully, be able to understand their mother, and all her strange behaviors. These writings of my life and events, will make me be able to also remember little things about life events from their childhood that I may have forgotten. This journal also gives my three precious angels advice about life and things they my have to overcome within themselves.

I am completely computer illiterate. This completely scares me to death, so like the trooper I'm trying to be, I will push on trying as hard as possible to give the instructor what he is looking for out of my writing. He might hate my style and I would imagine that the way I write and talk in circles might irritate him.
I am doing all that I can to overcome my emotional disabilities, but since most people can not see or touch mental illness, they either do not believe it truly exist or choose to ignore the fact that it is present and very real. I would probably get more help if I broke my arm than being mentally ill. I do not want to use this as a crutch, but the fact of the matter remains, I will struggle with some things.
The bright side to all of this is, manic states can make hours of work seem like minutes. They also bring out different ways of thinking that a normal college going student might be close-minded to and I consider that their handicap.
I might not write perfectly, but with the life experience I have and all the trails and tribulations I have gone through might just be the fuel I need to overcome my fears and anxieties about doing the I can in this English Comp. class.