Trystyn Jade

Notes

This is what it was like for me growing up. In the time of my childhood, Autism was nothing more than Nonverbal with No Eye Contact.

A little rhyme to make you smile, maybe even giggle, and it's a cooky way to say Hello and Why I'm Here.

Something that is (hopefully) relatable for all who have lived their childhoods without understanding.

A simple haiku, with complex meaning. Three lines to read between to find the truth behind the poetry.

A Story of Emotional Trauma, not at all for the Faint of Heart; an Inside Peek at the Turmoils of Depression

The Alpha leads his pack on the hunt, but is forced to abandon them. The final moments, spent in sacrifice.