Sporadic storie

My true life story of suffering from a rare autoimmune disease of the liver, its diagnosis, prognosis, treatments, its debilitating impact on my life and how I learned, and am still learning, to cope with it day to day. Hopefully, this'll help someone dealing with something similar, because there is, in my eyes, not much worse than long term pain and long term illness, especially when there's not someone nearby who understands its debilitating nature.

You are everything, I am everything, this is everything It's ok if you don't know what this is, I don't either. You can read this if you want. I am sure you might find value in reading my slow mental decline.

" Into the place I call my home the dome that is my head the sickening strain inside my brain says what needs to be said. " This is a poem anthology. Which is fancy talk for saying, this is my book of poems. -pride

Erisimina was your average high school girl, she was calm, kind, and never yelled at someone.

My train of though led off again, guess I need to get that checked? I guess it just happens on the daily now?

Clarice struggles with her day to day life. Nights become restless and feel like a never ending Hell. Read to see if she will overcome, or fall at the hands of her Insomnia. (TW- Mention of death, Story is about sporadic fatal insomnia)

Will attempt to write some poetry. Has been a while but here we go. My thoughts will be bouncy

Random one shots

it's just a story

i write what i feel // cover by alexandre cabanel

They came to do what was expected: To Seed and Colonise. Billions were scattered - only a tiny percentage would find a viable, fertile home. One such seed fell to earth.

-[a collection of poems, prose, and stories written in between moments.] © ana layde (_aochlyea) 2014

Collection

welp. welcome to an ask comic book. you ask, i respond with a comic panel. pretty simple but ima have alot of fun with this.(evil laughing in the background) well ask away! i am still here. warning:slow and sporadic updates.

A collection of dreams. Some are scary, some are sweet. All are things I see in dreams.

"People tend to lay an anchor in a single part of their lives preventing them to move on. Reserving such space in their memories. Clinging on it like it was very important. They fail to realize they are holding on it for too long. For some they only realize it when its too late. When the damage within them are already huge. Pick up that anchor. And move on."

Underneath the part of her that denies, she wants him still. But she broke up with him. Could she make up for it? Even though their story requires some on and off. Will she be able to get him? Will she be with him for the second time around? Finished: June 29, 2021

Lots of unfocused writing inside. Coherent stories/poems/thoughts are not guaranteed. I apologize in advance.