You. Are. Amazing.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t take a complement. As a general rule, I smile and say “Thank you”, but that’s what I have to do. What I really want to do is argue with them.

You think I’m pretty? Let me tell you why you confused me for a mirror again.

You think I’m awesome? Let me tell you my flaws.

But… When I complement someone else, I make sure they believe that I’m telling the truth, regardless of their argument against it. They need to know that I mean it with everything I’ve got.

You don’t think you’re the best? Listen up, I have prepared a speach.

You think you’re a terrible person? Oh, hun, give this a second thought. How can you be such a terrible person? Look at all the good you’ve done!

It’s an odd line to walk, but it’s one I feel like a lot of us walk. It’s hard to believe someone else when your head is telling you something else… But at some point, you have to tell your head that it’s wrong.

That you are beautiful, kind, smart… All of the good things people tell you that you are, you are. And, to make yourself believe it, you have to say these things to yourself. Say them out loud, in your head, whisper them, scream it to the sky…

It doesn’t matter how you say it, as long as you say it. Because soon you’ll believe it. And that’s what’s important.

Honestly, I scream at the mirror. Well, maybe saying ‘scream’ is a a bit exaggerated, but I at least yell at the mirror. I yell that I am pretty, and smart, and capable, and so much more… Just because I feel that, by yelling at my reflection, I can fight the battle in my head much better. It’s weird, but hey, it works.

Well, that’s one girl’s madness.


Over Thinking Equals Poison

We all look at each other and say:

“Hey, don’t worry about that! You’ll be just fine!”


“Don’t over think it. If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

Am I the only one who can call myself a hypocrite? A hypocrite because I worry and over think these things too?

I mean it in the best way, trying to save them from the suffering, but come on! I do the same thing ten times worse than that and then will scoff at you when you tell me not to.

And it’s not just about that one person you’re into. It’s about whether or not your co-workers liked those cookies you made. Or about if your friend is truly upset with you because you mentioned that they could be a bit nicer- now they won’t talk to you. Or what exactly your sister meant by her comment just before bed.

But please, don’t worry about it, they all say. I do and will until I understand exactly what happened. And I feel like lots of you are the same way.

The only advice I can give you is to not let it rule your life. That makes a total mess. Just…. Try and focus on the good things. Sometimes, that’s all you can do.

This is one girls Madness.

Blog One Doesn’t Need A Cool Title

Who even reads blogs, right?

Kidding, kidding. Just chill, okay?

This blog is what one would call a “personal” blog- I don’t really have a theme. I just want to help people, share my opinion, and use my voice to make a difference.

And I hope to do so with my words. But since that’s a goal for so many people, I have very little hope in success. Though I am going to put in a lot of work to succeed.

To be clear, my topics will range from politics, to hacks, to motivation tips, to depression, to TV shows I love. Basically anything I can think of to post. This is my space to share, and I am going to use it.

So, a bit about your lovely blogger:

  • I believe in God and know Jesus as my Savior, so there is hope out there, I suppose.
  • Like the name, my blog is going to be a beautiful sort of madness. I plan to post what comes to mind, and hope people enjoy it.
  • Lots of people see me as happy go lucky.
  • I am a seventeen year old female who is homeschooled and studying for her HiSet.
  • It’s pronounced Muh-ree-uh
  • I’m eccentric and idiosyncratic.
  • I love photography, writing, reading, and listening to music.

That’s all for now!

This is one girl’s madness.