life through one female Asperger's lens
Oh my gosh, how do I do this? I’m at a loss, confused, and alone, the latter of which I … More
This is a grim, dark, murky post. I’m sorry about that. I’m going to discuss a serious problem. It may … More
short prose, fiction, poetry
Look at the stars. See their beauty. And in that beauty, see yourself. -Draya Mooney
A place for me to over share without flooding your timelines
For #AllAutistics, #NeuroLurkers, and #NeuroDiversity
Author | Cancer Survivor | Traveler | Foodie | Paranormal Enthusiast
Poetry and Thoughts of an Autistic Mind
A cabinet of curiosities containing lists, stories, writing and assorted other stuff.
Life on the autism spectrum.
"ASTROLOGY FOR THE HIGHER MIND"
Life, Love, & Literature
thoughts on my neuro-divergent experiences
reading and writing the Rust Belt
Living My Best Life with Alphabet Soup
Gender Incognito
True Sidereal Astrology
Sometimes I Climb the Walls and Lie on the Ceiling
thoughts on managing life with autism spectrum disorder
A Creative Writing Journal
Using Astrology to Understand the Human Condition
Life. Explored.
Pagan reflections from a Druid author - life, community, inspiration, health, hope, and radical change
Interactions with different special needs children
Occult wisdom for a better world
My life with Aspergers
Provocative poetry and musings on life
A place for me to dump my crowded mind.
Writer & Mind Coach
READER - WRITER - CURATED RESOURCES - & MORE
Mental Health Service in Strathalbyn 0409011172
Donna Cunningham's Blog on astrology, healing, and writing.
Depression of The Arts
Mindful Magick Musings
The independent she who loves life
Musings, rants and ramblings of an #actuallyautistic adult in a rainy city
BOOKS. WRITING. HUMOR. COMEDY. ABSURD.
..because the thoughts that fall, kicking and screaming from my head need a safe place to land..
Life with two children with autism and a mum that believes in miracles.
Autism, mental health and me 🐼
Neuroscience
"Never forget it is real people who live out such tales and bear the price of the telling, in grief and guilt and sorrow". -Jacqueline Carey
I often eavesdrop to random voices roaming in the air. Some leave bruises on my eyelids due to the frequent wiping of tears. They have a saddening picture. Others stimulate endless smiles. Some would like to remain unidentified. All in all, I love to narrate stories of the sad, happy and mysterious voices.
(...and some I have)
