sing – Me, Myself and Who am I?

Where The Wild Things Are

Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake

I carried a candle crafted from the wax of my soul. Fragile wick, burning off centre and flawed. Until I followed a new light and set my candle aside. Faithfully followed the path that it shone for me. Until I could see the flickering glow from my own candle no more. I traversed new lands.…… Continue reading Lanterns

Servitude.

I never felt enough

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?

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.

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