Natasha Harrison

Joined May 2022

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Bio

Healing via human connection from Trauma & Abuse.

Mental Health & Illness. Neurodiversity.

Lived Experience.

https://traumasanctuary.quora.com

https://themighty.com/u/auroranatasha

Stories (13/0)

Cog In The Machine
I no longer tear myself apart into separate parts and pieces, As if I am a machine; Made up of broken faulty cogs, bolts, and with a glass heart.
By Natasha Harrison4 months ago in Poets
Sprout - Up & Out
Sprout - Up & Out From the place and space, Of calm, of rest, A single breath: From this empty womb, Is where we begin to make room:
By Natasha Harrison4 months ago in Poets
Addiction Recovery - Don't Give Up!
You are still healing, moving forward, and growing, Yes, little one, when you have a goal, and you ‘were doing so well’, and then,
By Natasha Harrison4 months ago in Poets
Bipolar Mania
I have yet to find any state whether physical, emotional, social, or for an apt term ‘spiritual’, nor sober, under the influence of substances, at ‘baseline’ (including that of being medicated for Bipolar) that is a fraction parallel to that of a Bipolar Manic state.
By Natasha Harrison4 months ago in Education
Cycles
The same old cycle, Mechanical wheels of a bicycle, It wishes for you to recycle. It pulls you back, It sees you making progress,
By Natasha Harrison5 months ago in Poets
The Hive
The Hive: They all work as worker bees for the hive, Dutifully serving their queen and her reign, Productive, humble, and meek,
By Natasha Harrison6 months ago in Psyche
Sanctuary
There is this special place, That is all your own, It is a sanctuary, a haven, Your very own home. In this secret place,
By Natasha Harrison7 months ago in Poets
The Journey Home
There is something missing, Something devoid, a void, We know it is empty, We fill it with plenty, We avoid, We try to have it destroyed.
By Natasha Harrison7 months ago in Poets
The Angel On Your Shoulder
There is perched upon your shoulder, The weight of a boulder, Whispering for you to be bolder, Before you grow older.
By Natasha Harrison7 months ago in Poets
The Mist To The Shore
• You are far from the beach, • It’s sand, land, and shore, • You must row with your oar. • You must remember before.
By Natasha Harrison7 months ago in Poets
Dance With The Masked Stranger
Rely on the substances; The dope to cope: It is a slippery slope, It is the slow tightening of the hang - man’s rope.
By Natasha Harrison7 months ago in Poets
There Is Hope
You have heard of this concept of hope, A rope, To pull oneself out of the slippery slope, When we cannot cope. When we are in a dark well,
By Natasha Harrison10 months ago in Poets

Natasha Harrison

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Cog In The Machine

Sprout - Up & Out

Addiction Recovery - Don't Give Up!

Bipolar Mania

Cycles

The Hive

Sanctuary

The Journey Home

The Angel On Your Shoulder

The Mist To The Shore

Dance With The Masked Stranger

There Is Hope

Stories (13/0)