Contradictions.

Something I have never understood about myself is the seemingly nonsensical dichotomy of being paralysed by a last minute change of plans or alterations to a schedule, and the absolute enjoyment and liberation I feel when there is no plan at all. Today for instance. “We’re all going for a walk, we’ve been stuck inside…… Continue reading Contradictions.

Lump of coal?

I should have known better

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.

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.