Writing my world, one post at a time.
I’m Fay — sharing my stories of life, growth, and the games that keep me inspired.
Hey, I’m Missfaylyn
I write about my past, present and anything in between, with a focus on mental health.
Latest Posts
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The 3 Voices
Today I want to dive deeper into my own head. To the voices I hear, and I am not talking about hearing voices, but how I talk to myself. And to do this, I will start with a little story, to best explain it. You all know by now, that I love my stories. Lets
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I’m a Survivor NOT a Victim
In my childhood and early teens, I was a victim of many things. Things happened to me that was out of my control, things that should never have happened to a child. Things that made me feel like a victim most of my life. What happened? When I was 5 years old, I lived with
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The Dark Side of Beauty
15-year-old Fay looking into the mirror Green eyes, soft brown hair in braids, a soft curl to the stray hair. “ERGH, I hate it, I hate how I look” “I wish I could wear classes and look geekier, then maybe people would stop labelling me as pretty and cute. I could be considered a smart
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Up the Mountain
Today I’m going to try something new. Something different. Here it goes… Faydra had one goal. To reach the top of the mountain in the far distance, the sun was setting, and she felt she was running out of time, she had to move now and fast. She was excited and picked up her step
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Turning 40 is not the end, its a New Beginning.
Dear 18-year-old me. I did it. I actually did it. I turned 40. And its not bad, not at all. That’s what I wish I could tell my younger self. 40 years old was always an age, that I would fear. I always imagined that one, I wouldn’t live to be 40. I couldn’t imagine
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Better Late than Never…
Here goes… So, its been a long time since I have written anything. Too long. And its not because I didn’t have anything to write about. Its actually been the opposite. I struggle to write now, because I have no idea about where to start. I have a million things to get off my chest.
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At a crossroad…
Faydra took a deep breath… But not enough air would flow through her lungs. Every time she took a breath, she felt she had taken none. Her head full of thoughts. She craved peace of mind, but every time she tried to relax, she failed. For a year she had been standing at a crossroad.
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