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?
Tag: literature
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.
I’m sorry I didn’t understand you.
Tell us one thing you hope people say about you. When you go through life so often misunderstood. You hope that maybe one day, people will look back and say “Oh, that makes sense now”. We are so observant with reactions and behaviour on display, we rarely look further to understand the cogs in motion,…… Continue reading I’m sorry I didn’t understand you.
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
Pouring my heart out in the most wholesome way.
Hunger.
I am hungry. Hungry for love. Starved of love. At arms length from a table full of love, piled high on plentiful platters. I have bounds of love to feed other people, but no one to share it with. No plates to polish clean. No food fights to intervene. No memories shared. No feelings felt…… Continue reading Hunger.
Night owl.
Hindsight huh?
Connection
I got a little lost amidst the chaos.
Me, Myself and Who am I? 