When are you going to hurt me? I run through all these conversations with my therapist in my head. I haven’t been able to cry or really...

repetitive thoughts, slowly being more nourishing, slowly the loving ones getting less ignored

A quick morning moment writing for my favourite person children, growing up

child parts, curled around my fingers, Wishing - like a child, ‘educating’ for you to hate my wild

Tara poet, trauma, ADHD