Diamond had her first baby at 13, she’d grown up the hard way “graduated from the school of hard knocks” as she often joked wryly,
When we were around 13 or 14 we went back to the land of the long white cloud, once again as an unaccompanied minor. By
It’s funny how the mind plays tricks on you, worse perhaps for those of us with dissociative disorders who experience time as anything but linear.
I grew up believing my Father’s sister, my Aunt Diamond was a terrible person because both my parents and my Grandmother, The Devil’s Wife, had
I’m angry right now, seething in fact. Broken on behalf of my father, broken on behalf of my aunt, my cousin and crushed by the
I am starting to lose myself again, I’ve had the burning need to lock myself away somewhere alone and just write until I’ve processed my
(...and some I have)
The Cricket Pages
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Words to help me survive.
Getting it done - one women's journey through life.
Wail, Bemoan, Weep, Plead
For Those Caught In The Crossfire of Abuse
An author of poetry, short stories, creative writing, daydreams, and starry thoughts.
One Autistic OSDD-1b system write about their life
