I’ve always had this deep routed belief that there are things in this world that I’m not ‘allowed’ or have less right to. Tenderness, care a

Poetry, me and my ADHD, Stimmy stimmerson, a poem about living

I remember hearing two friends of friends, who I hadn’t known for very long, chatting about me.

Why does it seem so easy?

on writing, ADHD

What did I do?

ADHD, over-giving, sense of dread

This became my world

The world feels painful The wickedness so much more Reaching out and getting stung Wanting, and never, wanting Opening and slamming the door

ADHD, trauma, tara