I have been writing since I knew how to, but struggled finding the confidence to share work, mainly because of a major lack of faith in myself and fear of leaving myself so open. I took A-level creative writing and won a contest which resulted in a poem wrote in memory of my mum, named "But Ten Years Ago." Along with reading my work aloud for the first time with audience, it is my proudest moment in my writing ventures, especially given the sentimental meaning behind it. I write in many different styles, it depends on the content. I do suffer from mental and physical health problems, some of which i write about. I'm not ashamed of the fact that i have to fight multiple battles daily, this stigma of shame towards mental health issues needs to go. If people just tried to understand a little bit more and listen, it could help save so many relationships, friendships and possibly even lives. I hope you enjoy reading my work and I look forward to finding out what people think. (Dyslexic with thought process and also with spelling, mainly vowels and words with double letters etc. so yeah, if i do miss-spell please let me know so i can correct and please have some patience with me as proof reading doesn't always work when i see words written wrongly looking right) :) As of March 2022, I am a proud official member of the Autism Community, after finally receiving my diagnosis at the age of 24.
Samples (Real Life Nightmare- Poem)
Every moment to fear, Forever holding back internal tears. Life- so complicated, forever indecisive. The world too big, too scary, my mind so full of queries. Never certain, never happy, each decision could be deadly. An escapes impossible, every outcomes implausible. Sinking under water, Always being taken for a martyr. The pain runs so deep, Barely able to sleep, Tossing and turning, Hoping and yearning. Sanity strays away, Leaving me to fall further every day. Nothing to hold on to, Another’s touch too late, too few. Watching the world around you decay Feeling thankful you’ve lasted yet another day. This prison holds me tight, Forever losing this never ending fight, Though day in, day out I try with all my might. A danger to myself, to others, Every thought a constant stutter. My soul is stuck, buried too deep, The hills surrounding me- too steep, Always destined for defeat. A never ending nightmare, Forever feeling scared. Every moment to fear, Forever holding back internal tears. Anxiety- my demon, my master, Attempts against it result in disaster. What is anxiety? But the worlds clingiest, most hateful bastard.
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That last piece (13/03/2022)
Adjusting to Change - Anxiety (10/03/2021)
The Queries of a Heart that is Torn (31/01/2021)
The Torture that is Dystonia (17/10/2020)
The Mother To All (15/05/2019)
Long distance Love (09/05/2019)
Poisoning our Children (14/11/2018)
The horrible truth about benefits (05/11/2018)
Humans: the race that plagues the Earth (03/11/2018)
Calling Bluff (21/09/2018)
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