McKy Sillitoe
Bio
I enjoy being the imaginary voice in your head as you read my writings. The ability to enter the mind and transfer energy with words is a gift I've enjoyed most of my life.
Find out more about me on my social: Instagram - @mckyisart
Stories (14/0)
I Thought I Knew
IDENTIFYING WITH MY CHILDHOOD I didn’t know much until now. I found myself in a world of self discovery far beyond the textbook definition that I had expectations of. Unfair expectations that when I became a woman someday I would be stable, all knowing like my parents. But I’ve come to figure out what every adult in the world has had a taste of and that’s that my parents are not made out of iron. If you’ve already come to this discovery, you’re probably thinking, “welcome to the club,” but I’m just shell shocked.
By McKy Sillitoe4 years ago in Psyche
Letter to My Familiar
Dear my Familiar, I have difficulties expressing myself. I am hardly myself when I think about you and I hate how largely that has a grip on me. Back then you told me not to think about you everyday because what good would that do me with everything on my shoulders, but how could I? After all, we’re young, and that being said, why have a care in the world, right?
By McKy Sillitoe4 years ago in Humans
Thrown into Adulthood
It's the absolute strangest thing when you wake up every morning and you grab your coffee and you get ready for work everyday because you have bills to pay, you have a career in mind, and you desperately need insurance to see a doctor for that weird rash you got the other day. It's a strange time for those of us who just graduated high school because we spent the last 12 or so years in the comfort of our parents' homes and sitting behind a desk at school. Some of us are more prepared than others for these stressful years ahead, but some of us weren't as prepared as we thought we were.
By McKy Sillitoe5 years ago in Motivation
It Controls How & Who I Love
Tonight I am in a state of consciousness that I have never entered into concerning any depth of my own emotions in my life. Tonight, unsurprisingly, here I am allowing my demons to play music with my heartstrings loud enough to numb the ache, but for once my eyes have been opened and I have discovered something new about myself that I felt the need to share. I write a lot about mentality because I am no expert in my dome, but nobody knows my dome like I do.
By McKy Sillitoe5 years ago in Motivation
Uber Therapy
In a world of technology where we don’t physically need to have a face to face conversation with friends or colleagues, it is interesting how our conversations in the presence of another being have become so introverted. There are times when we have a conversation with somebody we would never expect to have a good conversation with, and it usually is a good feeling. People haven’t always been so afraid to have moments like these with total strangers, so it intrigues us when we find a conversation with an elder, or just anybody that stimulates our gears and really gets us thinking outside our bubble. Naturally, you’d never expect to find those connections through a simple transportation app.
By McKy Sillitoe5 years ago in Humans
The Day of the Mandalay Bay Shooting
I grew up in the fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada for the last ten or so years of my young life. As you can probably imagine, the city life was just as fascinating to me as it was for any other child that grew up in rural areas for the beginning years of their growth. The city lights brought heat to my big blue eyes and the buildings were like Jack’s beanstalk, it never seemed to reach an endpoint. The sound of airplanes were as magical as the shooting stars and the people were so lively, that is—until October 1, 2017.
By McKy Sillitoe5 years ago in The Swamp
Eight and Not Even 24 Hours
The way the world rotates is a peculiar thing. Rotation isn’t even perfect, no. In fact, it lays tilted on its side like a sad blanket sealed over the arm of a chair that once belonged to your late loved one. This is factual, yet we question why. Why does it take the world 24 hours to complete a spin? Why are apartments called that when they are so clearly built together, and why… why do good people die?
By McKy Sillitoe5 years ago in Families
How I Cured My Acne
I was a freshman in high school and everything was so incredibly new. The school, the students and also... my skin. You see, I had fallen victim to what is called, "puberty." Such a natural thing to have occurred, yet probably the worst experience of my life. That's an over exaggeration, see I'm just an angsty teenage girl.
By McKy Sillitoe6 years ago in Blush
Fear of Living Past 20
Growing old is a natural part of living. The older you get, the more you accept to love your wrinkles, gray hairs and squishy ears. During these times, you can cuddle your grandchildren, play bingo, and sleep as much as you'd like. Growing old is also very scary for some people and is actually a lot of people’s greatest fear.
By McKy Sillitoe6 years ago in Psyche
