I take exceedingly long showers. Typically 30 to 45 minutes or until the water gets cold. If I am manic, my husband literally caps me at 1/2 hour showers 2xs a day because I once took a 6 hour shower (you didn’t misread that) in which I believed the Holy Spirit miraculously kept the water warm.

I know ASL semi fluently and constantly fingerspell to myself. For instance, if I’m in a hurry, I’ll sign “run” to myself.

I have these weird bumps or knots on the insides of my knuckles that I move back and forth all the time.

I start listening to Christmas music the day after Halloween but totally judge people who put up their trees prior to Thanksgiving. 😂😂😂

I go through phases, which could be exaggerations of my illness, where my passions defy logic. An instance off the top of my head is when I decided I was serious about my Christian faith and broke nearly 100 secular cds in half and ripped up posters of Janis Joplin, the Beatles, Ani DiFranco, lots of artists I loved growing up and burned them in a fire. I remember how proud my mom was of me. I don’t believe I was necessarily manic, just ridiculously passionate. Thank God for YouTube and Pandora, because years later I can actually enjoy them again, ha!

I have woken up in the middle of the night compelled to write friends, lovers, pastors and I will write them right there in the middle of the night and click send with no thought or mail them first thing in the morning.

My hair is naturally very, very curly red but I’ve straightened it every single day for about the last 7 years.

If my pdoc at the time hadn’t convinced me that more kids were a poor decision and if my husband would have been on board, I would have had several more children. It’s goid I didn’t because of PPP but I always dreamed of a huge family.