This is an essay that I wrote on my experience with sharing my traumatic experiences people and learning that not everyone who calls you a friend, isn't really a friend.

This is a poem that I wrote on June 21, 2024 as an expression of my grief and trauma for some of what I had been through in my life before I was diagnosed with autism level 1.

In the conclusion of the battle of what's real and what's not, Eve Meyer sets out to finish what she started.

When grief stricken mother Eve Meyer wakes up one cold and snowy morning, it sets off events that puts her mind in the middle of mourning the loss of her husband and battling a mother's worst nightmare.

This is a prose that I wrote in May of 2021. It pained me to see the state of America and how many people were being treated in the political and economic climate in the time that I wrote this. We as Americans were being further divided and I just wanted to scream... so I decided to write.

This essay is on how I learned to love myself after I was diagnosed with autism at 41. This was a diagnosis that changed my life.