But, it didn't! So, I am grateful and writing for the first time in months. Hello, I missed this. My mind is a assorted entanglement of intricacies and esoteric neurons. Its been a kaleidoscope of confusion, frustration, and wonderment since childhood. Once I was diagnosed with autism after high school graduation, I felt like I … Continue reading undiagnosed OCD nearly killed me.
i took a step away from this outlet for the summer. when last semester ended, i felt genuinely content. but throughout the summer and currently, i feel such a greater sense of peace and happiness than i think i have felt before. a constant stream of growth throughout these years? i am quite grateful. so … Continue reading a love letter to growth.
I am the lone person sitting in the courtyard at university right now. Maybe because its windy and about to storm. But this weather is the best and I am the goddamn storm, y'all. I am content, writing my thoughts and rereading my favorite book. Sitting criss cross and drinking my chai tea. Life is … Continue reading i made it through my first semester of college!
I feel as if I am stuck in a big ole pit and the harder I try to climb out, the more sh*t gets piled on top of me. Its a big heap of crap. But, this isn't a pity party. I am not all sad and gloom, if anything, I am a lot happier … Continue reading support for autistic adults: where the heck is it?
a. Sometimes when I see lights, I see burning flame. People are synonymous with exit signs, And I keep searching for a way out of the fire. b. we're all just different points on a map, reaching for something or someone. we build train tracks between human connections take cars to people, in hopes of … Continue reading a short collection of poems and prose.
this is one of the hardest posts so far for me to talk about; but as i sit here crying my eyes out over feelings ive held in for months... its about time i process my thoughts the only way I know how. through quick, messy, unfiltered writing. more than anything, i pride myself on … Continue reading loneliness is a lot like climbing a mountain.
I raised a coffee cup to my mouth but when I sipped, a blue bird flew out. Its feathers rang songs of the sea as it flew--a smell of sea salt and cigarette ash swam in the air. For years since we stopped having our morning coffee, all I could see was blue. The world … Continue reading short fiction story: im sitting in a cafe and my coffee cup looks depressed.
