Category: childhood trauma
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Overreaching (October 2, 2023)
When the gavel falls Peace finds me Someone else is listening Hearing the words of the small souls at stake Finally some clarity Hidden by the broad shoulders Thank my ancestors for that man Support from the gallery In person and spirit The energy has shifted May it be forever in their favor My stars,…
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Daydreaming (September 29, 2023)
If I were a billionaire I’d give the ones who need it more than me Pay off the debts so my children won’t have to Start a non profit that builds tiny homes Give them a home then an unhoused person Turn around and do it again Repurposed materials give each their own picturesque coming…
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9/10/2018 (September 25, 2023)
“When you speak your mind… Stupidity only follows if you allow it out of its cage…One day you’ll see…That love is never what it seems…To kiss your face and watch you dream…I’d give a night of sleep to be there when you catch yours…To love beyond yourself is the goal…Not many achieve it so… you…
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A Message to Birdy (September 22, 2023)
I see you. ♥️ I think I always have. In that, our energy’s have met before. I think I love the broken parts of you How you seem to pick them up, one by one with the perfect mix of grace & rage the same as the earth does when a flower blooms. Then there…
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Little Girl (September 18, 2023)
Adulting should be a 23+ minimum requirement.2+ years required experience in “common sense” certified. Little girl, he’s bronze at best. I’m Gucci on my own.Little girl, he was ALL you’re 8 years ago. Yeah, you do the math.Little girl, I didn’t fight over him then – I damn sure ain’t fighting over him now.See your…
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Snakes (September 15, 2023)
“One lie after anotherand all I can do is feel pityfor the woman I was.The one I’ve gladly left behind, lost even.To never be again.There’s no rhyme or reasonto ever state: “She’s a drunk and I don’t have any association with her anymore”when public record would prove the opposite.When the world don’t want to participate…
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To remember (September 11, 2023)
Just remember them. The way they were. The life they could have had. The storms they missed. Just remember them. written by Just Rant Already
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My perfect normal. (September 8, 2023)
I love it when we “socialize” and I don’t have to talk to people. This would be my normal. Blaring music and going about my day; avoiding eye contact Don’t forget – small talk. Energy is precious to a body in mourning. My youth for far to many narcissistic scars. Triggers that bring out my…
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Unapologetically me (September 4, 2023)
Happiness can not express the true desires of my heart right now. I’ve pushed myself into a hole most would love to have thrown more than their handful of dirt on. Given up on me. Given up on understanding me. Those I thank. Without their clear backstabbing movements – I would have never found my…
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Happy Birthday to you dear Seester (September 1, 2023)
First and foremost – Oh how I wish I could take back the way the world was when we were little. The embarrassment I caused you then – with my undiagnosed autism. How I wish I could have shielded you from the trauma of my “lifestyle” in your teens and the judgment you may have…
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Out in the Open (August 25, 2023)
I have had some time to sit and think of all the things I would have given anything for more the type of give that never ends the ones with less importance seemed to pull me at my ends giving more to those who take with less to give myself These days I have more…
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What did you just say to me? (August 21, 2023)
Did you just call me pretty? Mapping the changes in my appearance has always been something ive done. Not sure if its always been because i dont pay attention to myself as much as i do others or because I’ve never really cared about “fitting in” with the status quo. Shamed into believing that staring…
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A bit more than you asked for (August 18, 2023)
Just Rant Already Podcast – Unmasking Series Looking at my Autism in this 2D form allows me to make sense of my reactions, both then and now. AS A CHILD I craved consistency & understanding from the community that raised me. Being forced to make eye contact and repress my tics & fidgeting – as…