In His Face

I can't escape him. He hides in the mirror, in pictures, in the face of my younger brother... he's everywhere! My father has been on my mind lately. I don't know why. This happens every once in awhile when I start feeling overwhelmed. Looking around at my apartment, I think that time is now. It doesn't take much mental stress for me to start laying things around and not picking them up. I honestly believe that this is my mind's way of coping with what could possibly cause a mental break. It's common knowledge that the body heals itself, creates its own defense mechanisms, and also creates diversions from real life problems. I hate to sit around and wait for my problems to find and attack me. I prefer to get them first!