In the soft contours and bold lines of my painted face, there’s a narrative of growth sped up, a bittersweet symphony of existence played in silent tunes on the stage of my early years.
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Navigating the Colors of Silence
When I try to sleep, my mind doesn’t rest. It plays its own movies, ones I wish I could turn off. In a world where words twist and […]
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A Journey Through Learning and Lightheartedness
Growing Up Disabled The ABCs, those seemingly innocent symbols of language mastery, played coy with me. They were like mischievous sprites, rearranging themselves into confusing patterns whenever my […]
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My Childhood Home(Some other thoughts)
My Home I grew up in a house that was built in the 1840’s. (Just as a quick reminder, the time frame was around when Abraham Lincoln was […]
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Sensory Issues
Pre-thoughts With my not so (new thoughts) of being autistic. I know that this affects almost all aspects of my life. No diagnose for thirty years for myself […]