This is an image of me, deep in the trenches, around a decade ago.
My husband would message from work each day and ask how 'things' were.
Some days, I couldn't speak. I'd send pictures. This was one of those days, and I remember and still feel that exact moment. I was in the bathroom,...
So many people unconsciously spend (waste) their lives working toward what they hope will be peace, one day.
Work hard, then rest.
Main meal first, then dessert.
Wees first, then poos. (I made that one up because order hurts my PDA autistic ADHD brain).
We’ve been taught to abandon our...
At fifteen years old, I left school midway through Year Nine and went into the workforce.
I vehemently expressed that I would not return to school and with that, my mother said if I was not returning, I needed to get a job.
I worked in the local bakery, something I was so proud of....
