How to Be Human Enough To… learn to fly on broken wings
In the quiet of the evening, the song of the blackbird soothes my soul.
In the quiet of the evening, the song of the blackbird soothes my soul.
Writing is my guide, helping me navigate the complexities of life, to support my whole self in its knowing, and share my insights with others.
Swimming in the North Sea has taught me to embrace the cold and the wild, finding peace in the controlled chaos of the sea pool. This unique blend of safety and freedom has become my sanctuary.
A blackbird building her nest in a hedge no more needed my assessment than my adhd needed the psychiatrist’s clipboard. So I watched her and she watched me while he was daein his deekin. I saw her and she saw me. And he saw his form.
Discovering ‘taivert’ as a word for ADHD’s relentless fatigue helped me redefine normalcy, one step at a time.
What if I’m not an overflowing mess but just trying to flow two rivers in the same channel during flood season?
A poem to recollect my father in laws final moments, written before the funeral of my beloved high school English teacher.
A submission on the topic “Reveal” for the Creative Future competition. My first submission.
I want to talk about the deep sadness that I have over the gap between my potential and what I have actually been able to achieve. For me this disparity has been so difficult to come to terms with.
The consequences of coming at things from a place of believing you are broken. I was recently on a course
The first in a three part series on the grief of late diagnosis