{"id":1061,"date":"2013-03-09T22:48:00","date_gmt":"2013-03-09T22:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/katrina.effexhost.com\/index.php\/2013\/03\/09\/20-random-facts-about-me\/"},"modified":"2025-01-09T19:16:12","modified_gmt":"2025-01-09T19:16:12","slug":"20-random-facts-about-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/2013\/03\/09\/20-random-facts-about-me\/","title":{"rendered":"20 Random Facts About Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Bonus Fact! This isn’t me.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
I’m a survivor. I’ve survived
\nphysical abuse, emotional abuse, rape, the loss of a child, the loss of a
\nparent, depression, being suicidal, an eating disorder and maybe more.<\/div>\n
\nSurviving doesn’t mean you’re not
\ndamaged. For me, it means that sometimes I’m held together only by the hugs of
\nthose that love me.<\/div>\n
\nI have 4 less permanent teeth than
\nthe average adult. I had to have them removed so that I could get braces.<\/div>\n
\nSometimes I think I’m pretty kick
\nass. Sometimes I also think that I don’t necessarily deserve to be here.<\/div>\n
\nI own more coloring books, crayons
\nand PlayDoh than any other adult I know.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Depression messes with your brain
\nchemicals. There are usually two days a month where hormones trigger the bad
\nchemicals and I have to fight to get through to find the smiles.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I have a teddy bear who travels
\neverywhere with me when I travel away from home. He’s flown on airplanes, sat
\nnext to me on long car rides and yes, sometimes I talk to him on long car
\nrides.<\/div>\n
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I’ve made mistakes. I’ve also made
\nunpopular decisions. I can’t go back. I can only go forward and continue to try
\nto be the person that I truly believe that I can be. I know this one might seem
\nobvious, but it serves as a reminder to myself.<\/div>\n
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I love the smell of leather.
\nThere, I said it. Some women get all gah gah over baby powder scents and what
\nhave you..for me, it’s leather.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
My biggest fear in life is having
\nsomeone tell me that I’m not worth it. If I close my eyes, I can hear those
\nwords repeated over and over…you’re not good enough, you ruin everything, you
\ndon’t deserve good, you’re just not worth it. Every day I fight to quiet those
\nvoices and hear the ones that tell me that I’m amazing, that I’m smart and
\nfunny and beautiful.<\/div>\n
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Sometimes I wish I could have play
\ndates with my friends. No real grown up stuff allowed.<\/div>\n
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There is no greater thing in my
\nlife than to know someone loves me just how I am. I’ve been very blessed to
\nhave found those people..people who I have been sometimes brutally honest with,
\neven when it makes me look bad…Yet somehow, they look past all that to see
\nthat under it all, I’m a wounded little girl who really just needs\u00a0 someone to love her while she puts her life
\nback together.<\/div>\n
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I have a thing for cute socks. I
\nmay\/may not actually own any solid white anymore. I do know that I own zebra,
\nbright stripes and even giraffe spotted ones.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I love people but I can’t always
\nbe around them. I can and will talk to anyone about anything and be quite happy
\ndoing it, but sometimes I just need to be a hermit and only let one or two
\npeople into that space.<\/div>\n
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When I’m happy, I sing. The songs
\ndon’t always have words, but if I’m happy, there’s music in my heart.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I’m rebuilding. I’ve spent a lot
\nof years just surviving. Now, finally, I am rebuilding. I am rebuilding myself,
\nmy home, my family and trying to make my world what I want and need for it to
\nbe. This isn’t easy and sometimes, it’s downright scary. It’s about taking
\nrisks and chances on things and people. I’m not so good with change but I’m
\nmaking changes.<\/div>\n
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If I have a penny to my name, I am
\nfar more likely to spend it on someone I care about than ever on myself. It
\nbrings me great joy to surprise people with little things. I can’t do it very
\noften, but when I can, I pick up little things and send out random happy mail packages. If you get one, please know that it’s there simply because I wanted to bring a smile to your face.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I’m just a girl..a sometimes
\nscrewed up, sometimes happy go lucky girl who is trying to find her place in
\nthis world. I’m not the best and I’m not the worst. I’m just me, trying to be
\nbetter. I’ve come to realize that I have some amazing people surrounding me and
\nthat it’s okay to tell them that I’m not okay and to let them try to help.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I can be really silly, but a lot
\nof the time I’m not. I keep that part locked away because I worry that if
\npeople see it, they won’t respect me. If I’m being silly around you, know that
\nit’s because you’ve broken past those barriers and I’m completely comfortable
\nwith you.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It really is the little things
\nthat make me fall in love…the reaching for my hand, the need to touch me for
\nno reason other than to remind us both that we’re here, feeding me bits off his
\nplate, spinning me around in a silly dance in the middle of the mall, stroking
\nmy hair when we snuggle, random, out of nowhere kisses that start with simply
\ncupping my face and looking into my eyes…yes, those are the things that make
\nme melt…<\/div>\n

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