Last Sunday night, I said goodbye to him again. Knowing he had to see a vet. That was all I knew. I cuddled him, then told him he can go. Thanked him for being my friend and loving me. Later I fell asleep with my hand held against his back.
Author: KarlettaA
Rare support for Australians seeking mental health support and for people with disabilities
With over medicating… and acess to specialised support… Australians can not deal with the source of our mental health and cognitive function issues.
Poll: Support for Australians with Disabilities
I am working on a writing piece about expectations for how people with or given a disability diagnosis are supported. … More
Poem: Your Autistic kid is me
I wrote this poem last year and edited it to make it kinder in 2020. I talked about writing this … More
Fiction: Once upon a time, he was mine.
I originally adapted this piece for Queensland Writer’s Centre’s monthly competition Right, Left, Write. I didn’t pass, but like this … More
Capitalism during Covid-19: I can’t buy Author copies of my books from Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing
I can not order Author proofs and copies of my books. I just released one last week or so. From … More
Letter to myself 2nd March 2014
Dear Karletta,
Jesus Christ – I am soo proud of you!
Look how much energy you have got now! Sure, you’re not able to clean for three hours straight, like a few weeks ago, but you’re doing basic tasks to look after yourself.
Personal: Nightmares, old writings, and Black Lives Matter
I’m tired. Just turned off my computer again. Lying on my arm-chair. Been a very productive day at home. Just … More
Fiction: The slaves arrive
They stumbled out into a red desert landscape, surrounded by silent guards with brown, wrinkled skin and smelling sharply of … More
Interviewing musicians for Cookies Youth Magazine
These are two short pieces for my third memoir. It will be about my writing experiments.