Grieving.

No one is coming to save me.

Is trauma different for neurodivergent individuals?

If you have been on my social media, or if you follow my blog, you’ll have gathered by now that I’m quite a pensive and ruminative person. Today’s ruminating has been precipitated by my daughters birthday, and I find my mind running back to pregnancy and post natal depression. My mind can’t ignore the fact…… Continue reading Is trauma different for neurodivergent individuals?

My Dad x

Describe a man who has positively impacted your life. He has been there every single time. Without question. Without hesitation. Without consequence. With love. With hope. With salvation. Love you Pops xx

Furnace

Before I emerged a fledgling.

Emerald City

I escape in words and poetry and swim across oceans of texts and passages. Soar through clouds of others’ dreams and realities.

Trauma.

I am grateful for my trauma. For my many traumas. Without them, I would not be able to appreciate the smaller things in life. The little glimpses of hope. The intricacies and layers of happiness. Even if experienced only for a moment. When replayed in your mind. Over and over. Can last a lifetime. Tonight…… Continue reading Trauma.

Creative writing

Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc. The first entry in my new journal for creative writing x

Advocate

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Pouring my heart out in the most wholesome way.

Night owl.

Hindsight huh?